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  Pull up in some shit thats automatic
  Hit-hit-hit, hit you with some shit thats automatic
  All that hating must be bad for your spirit
  You hating bad, Im getting a bag, look in the mirror
  Thats why Im where the money at
  Call me once and aint no coming back
  All these bitches wanna see me dead
  Thats why Im in a Porsche, not a Pontiac