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come in here headhuntin' But we won't stop till we get to the top Givin' the way that we're Midwest Chop, ya Strange music bitch, seven years of excellence T on T

did you expect, a party Mark my words you won't regret Promise me you don't forget What you see is what you get always Paradise Crossing Sycamore I

dying for her arrogance She fabricated what was a complete mockery of compassion. When they're at home, jobless on the streets, She doesn't give a fuck

condensed in the space of my brain Words, definitions, and cultures from Africa to Spain You know my name, so I won't repeat it Just know that I could