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It was a cold day running from the cops in the rain. Gotta get my hands ***** if I wanna buy a chain If I do make it out imma prolly go insane If I do get rich then its prolly off a stain Hands all ****** as im hopping on the bus + Air so cold that my blood turned to slush + Growing 2 fast like **** what's the rush Get rich or die trying There is nothing 2 discuss
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
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It was a cold day running from the cops in the rain. Gotta get my hands ***** if I wanna buy a chain If I do make it out imma prolly go insane If I do get rich then its prolly off a stain Hands all ****** as im hopping on the bus + Air so cold that my blood turned to slush + Growing 2 fast like **** what's the rush Get rich or die trying There is nothing 2 discuss
Rip Tony
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
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