It's just you and I It's do or die (made this shit right here for any season) (Everybody know that it's the reason) Pull up with that new-new in the driveway So fast I double park that bitch sideways When it comes to life I do it my way Smoked out, 180

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Here comes the boom Here comes the boom Now get off ya fassy 'Cause a fassy nah try Make dem skins cry Marrow affi fly Tottin' out inna di sky All gangsta yout' me waan you hold ya guns high Gangsta yout' me waan you hold ya guns high