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Whoa-whoa, yeah
I make you hit the clock by some certain
Whoa-whoa, yeah
For the city in the Oakland
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You know you make my day
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Good mood I give every dollar bite
Pull up by all the night
Stacks, money, clone on him, lock on him
Him now fire not the
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