WCCC Just in, a Haitian freighter has just been seized By the Miami Coast Guard with over 60 kilos Hidden aboard the vessel docked at the Port of Miami
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[Verse 1: Rick Ross] Sometimes I Rhyme Slow Sometime I Rhyme Quick Sometime I Buy Blow, So I Supply Bricks Mufuckers Lookin At Me Sideways But Can
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Chorus:] Im Bad (im bad) Im Back (im back), Im Mad (im mad) Im strapped (im strapped) Nigga What You Want Nigga who you wit Came wit my dogs leavin
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