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Them birds of a feather have to flock together
Then might Peck the weak one to death when it young has nothing left
That's what I said about Satan has me
coming back taking his soul nothing left
He has RM old soul soil his own playground soil
Im LMFAO
Nothing like LMFAO
Hoe
Hope I'm dope im carrying my own rope lassoed
High noon by noon
Im drewn I swear before God he he hears my battle cry
On Earth all I want to do is cry
I cut ties in orbit
Crashed into satellite that know I ain't light
In space how I'm going to get a light on
the way home hope them satellites got a light
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