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Spaghetti J on the track Smoke so much I feel like a Rasta (Dope) Fuck on that bitch and I don't give her na-da We ride in a foreign, nigga, no Honda Do not call my phone, you ain't talkin' no commas Black diamonds and they came from Wakanda I got the [?] like Osama [?] I count no blue hunnids, yeah, them commas [?] Blue tip biting niggas like piranha I pass my choppa, I feel like Osama Smoking [?] I [?] shit up and it going through trauma Riding on [?] with no [?] [?] Spit on this block like I'm DJ Trauma [?] Pop two Percs that shit had my nauseous [?] From Letras Mania