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Aim at the tee, Donatello 
This ice on my fist, ain’t no metal 
Coupe came equipped with Berettas
 deader 
I kick...
...I got shipped 
Run it up, they got me a gift 
 whenever I 
If she mine then she gone get a gift
You too wavy, you 
Aim at the tee, Donatello 
This ice on my fist, ain’t no metal