prem092
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- Jan 10, 2008
How you gone tell me you don't love me no more, 'cause I'm out here gettin' this bread. Tryna get my momma a crib. Tryna get up out the ghetto.Now how the hood talking 'bout they don't need me no more 'cause I'm out here pushing that gt it's a problem tryna take that from me'cause I'm packing heavy metal.