Futuristic

[fox69]

"No Time For Bullshit"

"No Time For Bullshit"


[Hook:]
All this shit they talking got me out my mind
No watch on my wrist, bitch, I ain't got the time
I'm doing shows or fucking hoes or making money
If you ain't talking 'bout it, then you can't do nothing for me
No time, no time, no, no time for bullshit, nigga
No time, no time, no, no time for bullshit, nigga
No time, no time, no, no time for bullshit, nigga
No time, no time, no, no time for bullshit, nigga

[Verse 1:]
Traveling local, but a nigga going global, from the vocals
Young and mobile, making hits, like Sammy Sosa did
On the mobile, updating all of my socials
Your numbers are low, tell them I'm sorry, like I'm a [?] kids
No, he's sick, cause he spits not, cold as Dip Dots
Aiming for the top, never switch spots
A funny nigga, like Chris Rock, I got them in shock
A lil nigga with a big cock
Don't believe me, just watch
You niggas Trinidad lame, I'm a Trinidad James
Got a Trinidad babe, give me Trinidad brain
Futuristic spit them Trinidad flames
King James cause I ball tall
Glued to the roof, a nigga never fall off
I do crazy shows, I fuck amazing hoes
Tell them they can't leave 'til my balls soft

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Hip hop enthusiast, goofy kid with the Uzi spit
Haters get lost like a tourist, I really do this shit
Three miles to the studio, I wrote this in the car going super quick
No time for these lame guys
A lot of fish in the sea, but I'm out here looking like a great white
Jaws, got them scared like Saw
Or fighting against Silva in a cage fight, break a leg
Now I was gonna get another feature
But then I thought about it, I'm blowing up, so I don't need you
And when a nigga get all the fame, what a shame
Even if you had Kevin Durant's arms, you still couldn't reach him
I'm just really having fun with it, untouchable, like nun's titties
Look at my face, Zero fucks given, unless I fuck bitches
Then it's a holiday, fucksgiving, I ain't bullshitting

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"No Way"

"No Way"


[Verse 1:]
They want me to sell my soul, no way, no way
They ask how I'm living though, I said, "I'm a-okay"
Gimme something I can rap to, with a 808
I'm like a kid who ain't got no hands, I don't play no games
No way, no way, no way, no way
Y'all niggas all sound the same, look alike
I swear to God, I hate your face
I got the juice, José, José
This my life, y'all treat the shit like a hobby
Like a old bitch doing crochet
A lot of fish in the sea, they ain't found me, I'm feeling like Nemo
When I'm drunk, I'm Arizona's jackass, got me feeling like Steve-O
My Twitter verified and my Facebook too
Now tell me where's my VEVO?
I'm recording and they watching me, through the TV, that's TiVo
Tim Tebow, take a knee, you can't compete
Your bitch finna take the D, make the team
I produced like I made the beat
Y'all got a whole new race, boy, you fakanese
Ain't nothing fake in me, you might as well have implants
Your songs on the playlist everybody skip like gym class, oh God

[Hook x2:]
No way, no way, no way, no way
No way, no way, no way, no way

[Verse 2:]
Do I take days off? No way, no way
Miss me with that bullshit, olé, olé
Flow so hot I might burn ya, no shade, no shade
No stylist, I look clean, by my God damn self, no may, no may
I'm telling you, I got it, anybody digging different, gonna get it
Futuristic be that nigga, killing every single city
Grabbing titties, even if they itty-bitty, leaving niggas shitty
Drinking, think I need another kidney, if you with me, say, hell yeah
Say, okay, I'm out here, is you no way?
Okay, niggas get in it like lo mein
You know that I'm spitting that propane
I been a cold nigga, since fourth grade
Four niggas talking, dig four graves
I'm tryna be twice as big as Tity Boi, I need 4 Chainz
Taking you niggas to school
I swear, I'm a freshman, like I'm fourteen
She want me to go down on her, no way, no way
I'm getting head on the tour bus
She on her knees, but she don't pray
They say I'm a dog, so you know I'm gon' stray
With the white girl saying dope lines, I dropped cocaine, do you?

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3:]
No way, no fucking way, no way, no way
They ask how I'm living though, I said, "I'm a-okay"
But I'm not okay
No way, no way, no way, no way
I moved to LA, everything gon' be great
She don't want me to stay, but I'm doing my thing
How much more can I take? So much shit on my plate
And you in my way, my way, yo, we should talk about this
I don't talk about shit, I just rap about it
When a song comes on, they all ask about it
I tell them it's a story, it ain't really 'bout me, I made it up
Influenced by love, influenced by drugs, influenced by drink
Things can never ever go back to how they was
The show great, but it ends there, I got fans, no friends there
A bunch of boys think they running the game, but we been here
The dynamic with my family's always been weird
I don't like to be home, I'm liking the road, fuck, I'm rambling now
This money I'm making, I wish I could save it
But wanna be famous, I'm handing it out, do you want some?
No fucking way
I worked hard for this shit and my thoughts would have quit
But I can't, no way

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Not Enough"

"Not Enough"


[Verse 1:]
This peach CÎROC is like therapy
It's kinda strange, but when vodka's in my veins
It brings the most clearity (faded)
Stumbling out the club with a girl that wanna marry me
I'm just tryna fuck one last time
The day I go back to you will be the day they have to bury me
But I love you
Baby, please come back
We're supposed to be together
Fuck that
I'm lit, take a sip with a chick at the crib, she unzip, then it's in
Her lips on my dick, if they slip then it's it
Got a kid, I don't trip, if your shit is legit
Just did a show, on the road, it's my home
I was fucked up, slurring every word that I spoke
And my fans all know, but my fans all dope
In the stands going ham cause my fans all smoke
I guess I will for the night
Bombay and sprite
Raw papers for the high
Got my eyes red like a nigga just got into a fight, go!

[Hook:]
They say I drink too much
They say I drink too much
I think it's not enough
They say I drink too much
They say I drink too much
I think it's not enough
Not enough
Not enough
Not enough

[Verse 2:]
Been through a whole bottle
By myself, what a role model
Full throttle, show stop, I'm a whole papa
Like my papa, man, that's awful but it's so proper
Fuck up, and you fired, I'm the old donald
Throwing shots, better duck, that's the old donald
In the community and shit, that's the old donald
Got your girl cheeks rosy, that's O'Donnell, whoa
She driving fast, I hope she don't crash
I'm smashed, but I'm focused on that ass
I ain't even say nothing funny, but she laughed
On a scale from one to ten, she like a twelve and a half
I told her that all I have time for is cash
She told me some fucked up shit about her past
I told her, "it's all good now, just relax"
Poured some vodka in her glass and it splashed, drink that
No, for real, drink it
What do you mean you don't drink?
Okay, give it here
Go!

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"OD"
(feat. D Pryde)

"OD"
(feat. D Pryde)



[Pre-Hook - Futuristic:]
You ain't never met another nigga like me (sheesh)
Even if I die, you can't forget about me (sheesh)
Everything that I do is OD (sheesh)
I said, you ain't never met a nigga like me, no

[Hook - Futuristic:]
My whip is OD, my chick is OD, too much
My fit is so clean, my kicks OD, too much
I spit it OD, my shit is OD, too much
Futuristic OD, I'm 'bout to OD

[Verse 1 - Futuristic:]
Yo, I OD like I'm ODB
I ain't passing the rock you on Kobe's team
Flow cold like your leg in the winter in Illinois
If you walking around with a hole in jeans
I hope to be the nigga that's known as "sheesh"
If it's a part five I'll get a hole in three
Two hands, double fist when I hold my drink
One styrofoam cup make the show to lean
It's only me, labels I demand to speak
So don't come with that man if your plan is weak
Instagram going up a thousand fans a week
Don't need a hand, I need some cash you can hand to me
If you ain't with it, you cut off, amputee
Kicking back, taking shots like a damn marine
I'm Dan Marino mixed with Al Pacino at the casino cause I'm all about my chips, and command the team, whoa

[Bridge - Futuristic:]
They say I do too much
But I got a lot more coming
She say I'm in too deep
Oh hold on, [?]
They say that there's no way
I did it all without no budget
I say I'm way too high
If I ever come down
I'm a hit the ground running
Hit the ground running
Hit the ground running
Hit the ground running

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - D-Pryde:]
Yeah, uh, sick!
New women in my new phone
Who's home, it's a new number uno
You know, still swerving in the two door
Pimping, if we talking 'bout eyes, I can do this shit with two closed
I'm too OD, bitch, yeah, you know it's D, bitch
The letter after A, B, C, bitch
You know I ain't never been a bird brain
Y'all dudes mermaids, cause I can see, bitch
30K off shirts (that's easy)
Buy merch make merch (that's easy)
Used to cry over bitches swear a motherfucker know his worth
Yeah, I got some homies and the boys did dirt
But I ain't from the streets, I ain't moving that work
But you know I'm dressing like a dealer
Cause I got some money got it coming
Been eating so good that my top's so muffin
It's okay, I ain't fit like
Chubby boy got a fit wife and she thick, Christ
I get hyped on this shit right, it's the real me no disguise
Now I don't gotta diss guys I don't care what you're doing
I be here for the money, I be here for the music
It's that Brampton boy and they know the coast
And it's Richvale 'til I overdose
Bitch, I'm gone

[Pre-Hook - Futuristic]

[Outro - D-Pryde:]
My shit is OD, my bitch is OD
My fit is OD, your shit is '03
No whip, I'm low-key
But I'm still OD
I'm OD, OD, baby
Come and blow me slowly, Richvale

 

[fox69]

"Old Shit"

"Old Shit"


[Intro:]
Yo, I just, I just heard a nigga bumping that old shit, yo, yo

[Verse 1:]
Who the fuck you think you're talking to? It's Futuristic, bitch
These rappers nowadays is all sweeter than Pixy Sticks
They too concerned about a Insta pic and getting rich
I built it with my people, my people is who I'm sticking with
The same nigga that's been spitting the truth
Chasing down a dream, I been the living proof
I been with kids that shoot, that will make you switch your mood
I been the kid that was fighting and been kicked outta school
That's the old me, everybody acting like they know me now
And it's a function whenever that boy come [?]
I hold it down, a lil nigga with the coldest style
Pouring shots to thots at the party who got a open mouth
I can't remember the days when I didn't drink
Sometimes I'm getting faded just so I don't gotta think
They love me for everythink that I teach
My lyrics that hit them deep
Then bring a fiend to they knees, that's my old shit

[Hook 1:]
I ain't never gonna change, but that other shit is lame
Man, you bumping all my old shit
I mean it's kinda cool, but I got something to prove
Motherfucker, that's my old shit
I really do this, wait until you hear all of my new hits
You tripping of my old shit?
Motherfucker you don't know shit, that's my old shit

[Verse 2:]
Yo, this last year was hella crazy, right?
I'm suprised I ain't got a baby
From all of these ladies I came and laid the pipe
They begging for it, never stayed the night, a crazy life
A plane I catch, it's on to the next and I see my name and lights
It go, F-U-T, you know the rest
Team on my back, like a shoulder press
I was so depressed, progression was looking spectic
When my new shit finally hit them
I know that they gon' be so impressed
My grandma passed and I lost my spirit
I lost my love and in my voice, yeah, you can hear it
A dream I been pursuing, I'm finally getting near it
That hurdle's a little taller, I know that I'm 'bout to clear it
Got them cheering even if they ain't know me before I hit the stage
Then I come back, they got my lyrics, like they ripped the page
I'm gifted, like it's christmas day
My new shit is about to be the only shit you play
Man, that's my old shit

[Hook 2:]
I ain't never gonna change, but that other shit is lame
Man, you bumping all my old shit
I mean it's kinda cool, but I got something to prove
Motherfucker, that's my old shit
I really do this, wait until you hear all of my new hits
You tripping of my old shit?
I got some cold shit, I got some more shit
Man, you bumping all that old shit

[Outro:]
I got some new shit, I really do this, man, you listen to my old shit
Yo, I got some cold shit, a whole lotta more shit
Damn, bro, you bumping all that old shit, uh
I got some new shit, in my closet, you know I built the booth quick
You listen to that old shit, that's some cold shit
But this is all my new shit, nigga, it's fucking fire, bitch

 

[fox69]

"Panda (Remix)"
(originally by Desiigner)

"Panda (Remix)"
(originally by Desiigner)



What's up y'all
It's your boy, Futuristic
I wrote a verse today
I'ma rap it for you
It's fucking lit

Yo, black and white like a panda
Need a girl with a booty from Atlanta
Grab a camera
Everybody at my shows at like a cop had a gun at them
Hands up
I feel like Drake they don't ransom
Young, rich and handsome, hot like bling dancer
Taking these chances
Remix these songs from rappers
Funny thing is you can't understand them
I got bars like the slammer
I can cook like a Grandma
Every song is the anthem
They yelling high shit like country grammar
Futuristic been killing
I'm from the desert I don't like chilling
Made half a million
All from my building
Treat these women just like Dennis, no feelings
They don't really wanna get into it, everytime I do it, it's fluent, it's movin', look at the views I get
I leave you ruined, you foolish, you stupid, look at the coolest kid
How I maneuver through it, I'm coolin', look at the dude he spit like Call of Duty, Uzi pointed at you like in a movie script
I'm wearin' black and a hat in a cab like I'm a Jewish kid
Your girl is in my lap with an ass lookin' like nudist, better not turn your back, when I rap, I do you like Brutus did, woo!
Got 'em saying yeah, just like Usher
I ain't never scared, like bone crusher
Got a big head, like I ate a Gusher
Like Metro Boomin, I don't trust you

 

[fox69]

"Plan A"
(feat. Jarren Benton & Chris Webby)

"Plan A"
(feat. Jarren Benton & Chris Webby)



[Hook - Devvon Terrell:]
This is my inner struggle
Fighting through the game with every hit they cue the thunder
Feet don't fail me now
Every step I take, I hear don't give up now
Would you believe what I've been through
Sometimes I wonder what I get into
And so we always say, fuck a plan B
Everyday we gon' go for plan A

[Verse 1 - Futuristic:]
The mind plays tricks on a young artist
Like why they going the furthest but I'm working the hardest
Bombarded with comments by fans
Like "you the man but how come you still live in an apartment?"
Dirty carpet
Regardless the mic's on
Write songs to find my way through the darkness
I promise you don't want to start shit
Looking like I barely started but these rhymes ready for harvest
Office job wasn't meant for me
I'm meant to be on stage and the kids will scream
Rip the beat
Lyrics don't let me get to sleep
I partner and forget what I did achieve
History repeats itself
And I'll repeat myself
Until the day they fucking get it
I committed to spittin' everything I've ever written
It's worth a listen and sittin'
And that's the reason I'm trippin'
Not to mention I ain't never had a plan B
Family I got to support, don't want them in the damn streets
They're supportive cause they knowin' what I can be
A lot of goals but it's feeling like I can't reach
Can't speak on a lot of things
I'm hoping that they all work out
Until then I'm just chillin' with a pen
Droppin' songs every week and look how it all turns out
I was feeling burnt out
Now I'm feeling like it's go time
Give me the mic, boy, it's showtime
I did it on my own, no cosign
Cause other niggas, they got no rhymes
They wanna battle, then it's war crimes
I'll never be trapped in a box
Nigga watch when it drops
I'm-a get it on my own time

[Hook - Devvon Terrell]

[Verse 2 - Jarren Benton:]
Fuck plan B unless I came in a bitch
Felt suicidal like I want a vein to be split
Want to quit
Couldn't tolerate the pain, it's a risk
Wife gon' bitch cause I ain't made shit
This the third job I done lost
I want to sleep the pain off, I need a Tylenol PM
I ran out of reasons for breathing
I'm fucked up
Can't let all the bullshit defeat him
Yeah, I'm still writing in my notepad
Holding on, damn, I ain't made no stacks
My kid can't eat those raps
I need a moment like Kodak
If I had a time machine I'd go back
Nigga just won't piece those on the [?]
Girl think I'm out here fucking these whores
I'm out here grinding
Damn bitch, you ain't know that
Plan A, fucking up the alphabet
I'm-a make it to the world, Jarren up next
I've done been through enough stress
Dead broke, fucked up, and upset
It's a must that I progress
Tryin' to cope with the bullshit I blow sess
The other day I was hopeless
Now I'm 'bout to go hard 'til my soul rests
Chasing my dream 'til I catch it
Been running so long that a nigga near breathless
Death to them haters, I put forth the effort
I kill all the doubt, now you niggas respect us
I'm 'bout to make billions flood out my wrists
Go hard 'til we die, we gon' fuck up this bitch
To you niggas that said I would never be shit:
Look at us now, you can go suck a dick

[Hook - Devvon Terrell]

[Verse 3 - Chris Webby:]
Head's spinnin' like a fan blade
Give a fuck what I can or I can't say
Cause my end game looking so bright
That these people got to cover the microphone up with a damn lamp shade
Get a band-aid
Cause I'm hurting you
Better learn not to take it personal
Shit, I paid my dues
Earned my stripes
Back up before I murder you
Not with a gun though
Just with these flows that I bust, yo
Better run home
I'm a God damn monster
Coming out when the sun's low
Let me keep it one-hundo
I've been out here grinding
No cosign but I kept on climbing
Did it on my own from text to freestyling
Shows to merchandise, still I'm writin'
'Bout to get it all wrapped up
Had enough of never having my cash up
So I followed plan A, no backup
Now I got the momentum of 20 mack trucks
Going downhill
And it's finally getting recognized and that feels
So damn good
Cause I never sold out
Every step I just kept shit real
And really what more can you ask
Even if I'm not your musical preference
You gotta respect that
So just watch me as I live my dream
Pull up a seat and relax
Enjoy the show and watch me go
'Bout to give the whole game a smash

 

[fox69]

"Play In The Rain"
(feat. Dizzy Wright)

"Play In The Rain"
(feat. Dizzy Wright)



[Hook:]
We used to play out in the rain...

[Verse 1 - Futuristic:]
Yo, I remember them crazy days, in eight grade
I would kiss your face in the rain
And watch your makeup fade away
You was pure, I promised you I would stay and wait
Left for the weekend, came back and heard you gave it away
Couldn't believe it, plus my family breaking into pieces
My pops cheated, now my mama been searching for Jesus
My sister in Atlanta, my other one's just a fetus
In a woman that I can't stand and don't want my dad to be with
Not defeated, just a teen raising my brother
Saving a lil money to help my mom through the struggle
Saw my brothers every now and then, but now I'm like, fuck them
I tried to let them in on the biz, but I can't trust them
It's disgusting how these niggas act
Yeah, my childhood wasn't perfect
But I would do anything just to get it back
Without my grandmama around it ain't the same
I wanna go back to the days we used to play out in the rain

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Dizzy Wright:]
Yo, without a question, I'm second guessing some things
Y'all better feed off me, you standing next to a king
Confessing my flaws, but yet I'm still the best in the ring
Finna put my paws on the jaws of the other teams
Mister angry man, heard he got a swing like Mike Tyson
Heard he like fighting, we should convert that into boxing
Nigga switched my motives and slowly I got it popping
Then my nigga got popped, pop, then I stopped it
Fuck life, fuck life, fuck a sin, fuck starting a trend
My brother in the pen and I'm still looking for revenge
Walking down my hood, reminiscing 'bout my kin
Now I'm sitting in this den, sentimental with this pen
Then again, we was young men with no guidance
Tryna avoid trouble, smoking weed, no violence
We ain't hiding, finna live life and get paid
We was never afraid, them was the days, yeah, yeah

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Futuristic:]
Yeah, yo, I'd ride my bike to the neighborhood that you lived in
Your mama was asleep, cracked the window, then let me slip in
Lost track of time, conversation until the sun came up
You fell asleep on my chest, then I looked at women different
Intentions to be everything that you ever envisioned
Saw you kissing another nigga, hit him and got suspended
Guess my lesson learned
Get it off my chest, when I express with words
It's all a lie if they tell you it's better left unheard
It just occured to me, I'm dwelling on the negative
I struggle then I hustle, yeah, but that's getting repetitive
Let's not forget them crazy summers that we always had
Nintendo sixty four, bumping Michael Jackson bad
Hit the pad, playing tag with my friends in the cul-de-sac
Cooper pretending I'm Shawn Kim, raw shit
We grew up and things changed
I wanna go back to the days we used to play out in the rain

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Playin With"
(with Devvon Terrell)

"Playin With"
(with Devvon Terrell)



[Verse 1 - Devvon Terrell:]
I be sittin' high, so motherfuckin' high, I'm like the sun when I'm coming down (coming down)
Got a lot of enemies, watching niggas go when I'm chillin' with my hoes (don't say shit)
And everybody knows, I'm a pro like a con when he tryna get that money baby (better have my money)
Or what I'm trynna say is, I'm the type of motherfucker you should not be

[Hook - Devvon Terrell:]
Playin' with, uh, come get the best of me
Playin' with, uh, come get the best of me

[Verse 2 - Devvon Terrell:]
I've been swinging hard, so motherfuckin' hard
I'm Tiger Woods when I go for par (go for par)
Nobody can mess with us, feeling like I'm Prince Akeem in "Coming To America" (living like a king)
And everybody knows, I'm a boss, not a clown cause I don't see nothing funny baby (nothing funny)
Or what I'm tryna say is, I'm the type of motherfucker you should not be

[Hook - Devvon Terrell:]
Playin' with, uh, come get the best of me
Playin' with, uh, come get the best of me

[Verse 3 - Futuristic:]
Yo, I'm like the worst kid on the team
I promise you don't wanna play with me
If you think you can handle it, than you livin' in make believe
I'm Dr. Jay in '83, pull up a chair and take a seat
Even with a rope around your neck you couldn't hang with me
You fuckin' with a nigga, who's proven that he can do it
My attitude 'I ain't mad at you, but have to leave you ruined'
When you rappin' with other rappers that lackin' making improvement
They get mad at you for passin' though and cashing damn it's stupid
I am not human, I might just lose it
Flow is so sick you would think I had lupus
God I'm a mute it
Taking these shots like I'm cupid
Call of Duty got 'em wounded
What is you doing, I'm winnin' you losin', I know that you trying to use me to come up
I work through the night I don't quit till the sun up
Vacation, don't take them I work in the sauner
Then I hit the stage everybody be jumping
They knew that I run it
I was up and coming, but now I'm that nigga
They know that I'm buzzing, they look at the numbers
Wonder how I done it
Soon as I come in I'm getting respect
If you try to flex then I come at your neck
Verified nigga I'm about my checks
And I get what I'm worth and I take nothing less, man
I Guess what I'm trynna say is, I am not the type of nigga that you should be

[Hook - Devvon Terrell:]
Playin' with, uh, come get the best of me
Playin' with, uh, come get the best of me

 

[fox69]

"Poetic Justice"

"Poetic Justice"


[Verse - Futuristic:]
Yo, skipping class, writing raps
I wrote a poem then I put it on the track
I got her back so I put her on her back
Now she got my back any time a nigga talk trash
That's poetic, true, fact
She on my head, Do-Rag
I never really wore a Do-Rag
So I guess that that's not a true, rap
Who Dat? The cat that made 'Who Dat'
W-T-F Gang, inner city new jack
Flew back to New York, five shots, two pack
Got a two pack from all of the shots I threw back
Who's that? I don't really know him
Futuristic is what I really became
I made a name and tatted it on my chest
So to the grave, I'll always be the same
I came with the same crew as last week
Don't ask me for shit
I don't owe you nothing kiss my ass cheek
Keep it moving why you staring when you pass me?
Cause I'm with two girls: Mary Kate, Ashley
Actually, it's Gena and Nicole
I met 'em at the club when I seen 'em on the pole
Took 'em to my home ain't nobody gotta know
Tell my bro' to give me seven minutes then open the do'
Whoa, lemme slow down, it's, about, to go, down
This one-take shit ain't nothing to a pimp
Everybody always ask, wanna know, how
Well, lemme tell you real quick
When I was a lil' kid I was writing all these lyrics
And people looked at me stupid when I told 'em it was music
They said I would never do it but oh shit!
'Look At Me Now' like Chris Brown I'll Busta Rhyme
Waste no time, always gonna' take what's mine
And that's her, so lil' nigga wait yo' turn
You created a beast - Frankenstein
And in the sheets I'm liable to break her spine
That's a love and hate crime at the 'Same Damn Time'
Put my hands around yo' neck don't pay no mind, I'm
Okay if you ask me, you should see for yourself
You say you got a man but you also a big fan, understand
That the plan is to put him on the shelf, well
Give him a call tomorrow
Tell him that the show last night was so dope
But brush yo teeth before you give him a kiss
C'mon now bitch, don't be gross, ho!

[Outro:]
Don't be gross ho, don't be gross ho
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