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"𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰,
𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝
𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫."
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Durk Derrick Banks:
The studio
12:14 AM

I was chilling in the studio with Von, "man ion know how to make no lovey dovey ass song," he said frustrated throwing his hands up rubbing his temple.

"Man just talk from the heart, make it like you was having a one on one with yo girl," I said to him hitting a Dutch "y'all be doing too much for these bitches," Wop said making Von and me turn in his directions.