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Get ready for the next round Yeah Yeah Price on yo head, we playing manhunt They track you down, put your body in a trunk Woah Winter solstice, at your lake front Coming through, making niggas freeze like a cold front Woah Subliminal, ain't no time for talking homie No One dial, now they coming for you Wooh This shit get real sick, somethin like Corona Open up that chest, we clear it out and dip to Barcelona Yeah, uh, hop in the jet Yeah Bitch, I'm out west Yeah Bitch, I'm out west Yeah Niggas be depressed But I can't relate Sad broke or rich Yeah Bitch, pick yo stress Cat Williams, you on some funny shit Just like a pimp, step to me, you're leaving with a limp Woah Precipitation, straight from the blimp Ten, 20, 30, mil, that's a quick glimpse Up the clip, boy, you better hope you don't slip Military rocket like a sewer pipe on the hip Zone 51, whips on the air strip One false move, I can sink a whole cruise ship Yeah, uh, hop in the jet Yeah Bitch, I'm out west Yeah Bitch, I'm out west Yeah Niggas be depressed But I can't relate Sad broke or rich Bitch, pick yo stress Yeah, uh, hop in the jet Yeah Bitch, I'm out west Yeah Bitch, I'm out west Yeah Niggas be depressed But I can't relate Sad broke or rich Bitch, pick yo stress Yeah
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