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Yo, speaking out loud.
Got about a half a billion on me right now.
Pick your favorite language, that's my thing.
Little kids googling: What does truffle butter mean?
Nasty
Please don't talk about it.
Got a pimp cane, but I could walk without it.
My avatar like Medusa, you better walk around it.
I'm getting tired of losers, all of ya'll are grounded.
Bringing flames. I got fire power.
This ain't a mixtape, it's a fire shower.
Heat, here, have some. Just, breathe, like brass lungs
Yah, yeet, this's my house. On fleek, my eyebrows.
Don't sleep, closed eyes mouth.
Don't speak, or it's light out buddy.
It's my turn to shine now. Got my lights on.
I ain't lying, not a car but my brights on.
I'm online, hit me up, cause my line's on.
Best voice you ever heard, not the iPhone.
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