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My Pistol Go, My Pistol Go, I said My Pistol Go!
Cause I'm a fashion Killa, Swagged up just like a ***!
(Verse 1) When I walk out the doe,
I'm fresh fasho, Puttin on a fasho,
letting you muafuckas know, That I do this hoe, from head to toe, WTF
you thought, Been doin since taught,
Got my own damn style Don't Play around, *** think I went wild!
Since a child, Since a child, Had my own damn style
Swagged up, Nike Jordan, Air forced one Downnnn!
Freshes Kid, Walkin Walkin round Yak-Town Had the little girls, even the ***
Running they damn mouthhh!
Geard up, on some fly ***, a youngin, swag coolin,
I was a tom boy, I don't give a ***, Still Rock out wit my fitted caps ***!!!
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Verse 3 Straight Stuntin on em, I aint even frontin
Had the shoes, had the clothes, Had a little money comin! (x2)
Verse 4 *** ***, Boom Boom, Pow Pow!!
Shut it down, shut it down, When my feet touch the ground un!
*** ***, Boom Boom, Pow Pow! Shut it down, Shut *** Down,
When my feet touch the ground!
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