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Oh yea I've been taking off this runway They won't even face me on my worst days How you gonna stab me in my back got a backplate You a kit-kat got
I got them bands in my pocket, you stand by me, I'll make a lil' nigga look rich[00:33.90]See all these Glocks with no backplate, brr, you know that
on your head We know that it's our season Catch the dub then we party on the weekend V-I-K-I-N-G you know that its MC eighty-eighty without a backplate
going to the moon Smokin all des weed It make num I don't go by da rules Running neva last place Bruddas Dats my backplate Love you But you act fake
to keep his stillness Well I am stillness I arose from the backplate, from the blank slate I remember smoke And all the fires of November paint our blood
squad officers He walked through the glass doors dressed in a flak-suit. The silence was deafening. It was so acute. He unscrewed the back-plate
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