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[Airplane]- Taking off [Singer]- Uh no, everyday in every way Verse one Gettin' paid, never caught in a raid you get sprayed, prayed over and laid down pump wit the pound, how that sound death befo it's time, it's pretty much the studio sound, wit the city touch I put dimes on ya, commit crime on ya when I get the drop, you got my shines on ya and deadly yacht, so I never get shot and this shit so hot, watch it resurrect 'pac I got more ways, then some niggas out of state and I just hate, when fake doppers throw ? on my dick, chillin' wit the bitch I ate tradin' my thirty-eight, for a fresh nickel plate It's a shooty thang, blowin' ya hood wit mighty bang wit the outlaws thugs, in the clubs, where hotties hang I know you know, give it up son, slow ya roll I throw'em slow, they gonna be the next flow

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