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Waka Flocka Flame - 50 K Lyrics
Flockaveli you know that's my man called the kid a damn [Hook:] 50k for a show and my niggas sellin' swag She a red bottom bitch Versace shirt Birkin bag I'm a get money nigga don't use the carlot to protect Before I leave my fucking house grab my pistol and my flag Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check [x4]
Flockaveli you know that's my man called the kid a damn [Hook:] 50k for a show and my niggas sellin' swag She a red bottom bitch Versace shirt Birkin bag I'm a get money nigga don't use the carlot to protect Before I leave my fucking house grab my pistol and my flag Thumbing through the bands I be playing with a check [x4]
UnoTheActivist & ThouxanBanFauni - Goyard Bag Lyrics ...
Goyard duffle bag, hidden pocket Finesse and swag, flannel with my bitch on her pockets I call it swag Steam on that TEC piece, takin' everything you got and have Fuck your ho and give her back, countin' cash I took from your stash Destroy my enemies, all my youngins gon' blast That juice with that saucy bitch
Goyard duffle bag, hidden pocket Finesse and swag, flannel with my bitch on her pockets I call it swag Steam on that TEC piece, takin' everything you got and have Fuck your ho and give her back, countin' cash I took from your stash Destroy my enemies, all my youngins gon' blast That juice with that saucy bitch
Lud Foe - Bag Lyrics
I Got The Swag, Got The Bag, And The Bitches, Too We On Yo Ass, So Think Fast, Cus We Finna Shoot You Better Shut Yo Mouth, Fuck Nigga Fo' We Run Up In Yo House, Fuck Nigga My Bitches Bad, I Be Flyer Than A Parachute I Make Em Mad, Do The Dash In A Bentley Coupe So Put Yo Money Where Yo Mouth At, Nigga We Know That You Ain't Bout That, Nigga
I Got The Swag, Got The Bag, And The Bitches, Too We On Yo Ass, So Think Fast, Cus We Finna Shoot You Better Shut Yo Mouth, Fuck Nigga Fo' We Run Up In Yo House, Fuck Nigga My Bitches Bad, I Be Flyer Than A Parachute I Make Em Mad, Do The Dash In A Bentley Coupe So Put Yo Money Where Yo Mouth At, Nigga We Know That You Ain't Bout That, Nigga
F.L.Y. (FAST LIFE YUNGSTAZ) - SWAG SURFIN' LYRICS
Man I got that swag My hat matching my bag You know I'm poppin' tags Cuz man I got that swag Man I got that swag My hat matching my bag You know I'm poppin' tags Cuz man I got that swag (I swag when I surf, now watch me surf and swag) I'm on Hypnotic, exotic This Polo on my body Got a bad girl beside me And her friend right behind me
Man I got that swag My hat matching my bag You know I'm poppin' tags Cuz man I got that swag Man I got that swag My hat matching my bag You know I'm poppin' tags Cuz man I got that swag (I swag when I surf, now watch me surf and swag) I'm on Hypnotic, exotic This Polo on my body Got a bad girl beside me And her friend right behind me
Gucci Mane - Dats My Life Lyrics
They overdosing on my swag, put the whole goddamn hood in rehab Too many ruffles in my duffle, can't close this bag it's so much cash I need ten hands now to count my stash LL Cool Gucci Mane I'm bad Never need a mask, better check my stash you must be hallu-ci-na-tin' First day out girl ain't you glad, six supermodels crashing at my pad
They overdosing on my swag, put the whole goddamn hood in rehab Too many ruffles in my duffle, can't close this bag it's so much cash I need ten hands now to count my stash LL Cool Gucci Mane I'm bad Never need a mask, better check my stash you must be hallu-ci-na-tin' First day out girl ain't you glad, six supermodels crashing at my pad
Tech N9ne - What's Next Lyrics
You don't wanna get wet in it I stepped in it And got respect And now I ask Tech what's next [Hook: Krizz Kaliko] I got my duffel bag, my swag and my A.M.X I got my girlie all done up for some S.E.X I keep my heat under the seat in case them fools they flex I'm taking trips over seas, tell me what is next [Verse 2: Obergeek] Ay yo whats next up ...
You don't wanna get wet in it I stepped in it And got respect And now I ask Tech what's next [Hook: Krizz Kaliko] I got my duffel bag, my swag and my A.M.X I got my girlie all done up for some S.E.X I keep my heat under the seat in case them fools they flex I'm taking trips over seas, tell me what is next [Verse 2: Obergeek] Ay yo whats next up ...
Maybach Music Group - Bag Of Money (Remix) Lyrics ...
Look like a duffle bag of money She beyond that And I’m beyond swag Young thug nigga, drug dealer MMG affiliated [Lil Wayne] My bitch mad cause I’d rather get that money I give her this dick she say that dick better than money I say can I get some head she say lemme get my scrunchie Serve her like a country Got that dope dick she a junkie
Look like a duffle bag of money She beyond that And I’m beyond swag Young thug nigga, drug dealer MMG affiliated [Lil Wayne] My bitch mad cause I’d rather get that money I give her this dick she say that dick better than money I say can I get some head she say lemme get my scrunchie Serve her like a country Got that dope dick she a junkie
Waka Flocka Flame - Waka Flocka Flame Lyrics
They get butt nekkid, off the chain, man you got to see these girls They like the way i swag , catch me with a duffle bag I got that dope boy money, got that dope boy money .Flocka! Tell them haters kiss my ass, Tell them cops suck my dick Ima keep on sellin dope till a nigga filthy rich Sike, ima rap till im big like mike
They get butt nekkid, off the chain, man you got to see these girls They like the way i swag , catch me with a duffle bag I got that dope boy money, got that dope boy money .Flocka! Tell them haters kiss my ass, Tell them cops suck my dick Ima keep on sellin dope till a nigga filthy rich Sike, ima rap till im big like mike
Lil Baby & Moneybagg Yo - No Sucker Lyrics
Money team, got a whole M in a duffle ... (Bag) Traphouse geeked up fast My mama don't like it, she ain't got no swag I don't stay with my mama, I been in my bag Yeah, I got it, nigga, fuck what I had, yeah Y'all niggas need to give me my swag back Go against me, get hashtagged
Money team, got a whole M in a duffle ... (Bag) Traphouse geeked up fast My mama don't like it, she ain't got no swag I don't stay with my mama, I been in my bag Yeah, I got it, nigga, fuck what I had, yeah Y'all niggas need to give me my swag back Go against me, get hashtagged
Meek Mill - Believe It Lyrics
A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag) Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac) Hammers and the fucking vogues I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah) [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Okay I woke up this morning, tryna get this money Ya'll niggas was yawning and I'd made it by 20
A half a million in my duffle bag (duffle bag) Now I'm riding in my Cadillac (Cadillac) Hammers and the fucking vogues I'm ridin' clean and I'm fuckin hoes (hah) [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Okay I woke up this morning, tryna get this money Ya'll niggas was yawning and I'd made it by 20
Soulja Boy - Trap Swag Lyrics
Trap swag, bust it out the park Duffle bag, duffle that, then I double that Out on soulja bricks, Young Dre kick lick 40-40 zip, 50 for that rip Trap swag, trap swag, trap swag, trap swag Riding round the city, bustin bricks with me Riding round the city, hitting licks, winnin,
Trap swag, bust it out the park Duffle bag, duffle that, then I double that Out on soulja bricks, Young Dre kick lick 40-40 zip, 50 for that rip Trap swag, trap swag, trap swag, trap swag Riding round the city, bustin bricks with me Riding round the city, hitting licks, winnin,
Soulja Boy - Blow A Pack Lyrics
Walk up in the club with my swag back 90K on bottles, goddamn Soulja on And I'm sellin dope, stay off the flex full ... throw it in my duffle bag Yea I got a sack, yea I got a pack Yea I got a sec, runnin up a check Yea I got a sack, yea I got a pack Yea I got a sec, runnin up my check Yea I got a sack, yea I got a pack Yea I got a sec, runnin ...
Walk up in the club with my swag back 90K on bottles, goddamn Soulja on And I'm sellin dope, stay off the flex full ... throw it in my duffle bag Yea I got a sack, yea I got a pack Yea I got a sec, runnin up a check Yea I got a sack, yea I got a pack Yea I got a sec, runnin up my check Yea I got a sack, yea I got a pack Yea I got a sec, runnin ...
Lil Wayne - Duffle Bag Boy Lyrics
southside i got what u want come holla at me. Chorus: If i dont do nuthin imma ball im countin all day like the clock on the wall say go and get cha money little duffle bag boy now go and get cha money little duffle bag boy And baby I aint never ran from a nigga and i damn sure aint bout to pick today to start runnin look honey
southside i got what u want come holla at me. Chorus: If i dont do nuthin imma ball im countin all day like the clock on the wall say go and get cha money little duffle bag boy now go and get cha money little duffle bag boy And baby I aint never ran from a nigga and i damn sure aint bout to pick today to start runnin look honey
Nipsey Hussle - Hussle Is My Last Name Lyrics
I'm like ooooh, get ready, I got my mind on a whole 'nother setting, When they see me they say Nip where ya heading, And I be like on my way to the cheddar [x2] [Verse 2:] Look look look, Slauson boy swag, Check out my demeanor, Gold cuban links, bullet proof beemers, Duffle bag money I ain't never had a visa,
I'm like ooooh, get ready, I got my mind on a whole 'nother setting, When they see me they say Nip where ya heading, And I be like on my way to the cheddar [x2] [Verse 2:] Look look look, Slauson boy swag, Check out my demeanor, Gold cuban links, bullet proof beemers, Duffle bag money I ain't never had a visa,
DJ Khaled - Bring The Money Out Lyrics
Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out [Ace Hood:] Excuse me motherfucker, my swag got that bird flow Hurricane Ace here, you should find shelter Mr. cash addict, you should go and see a counseler Dump you with no cash, in the river where they found ya Flowin like a fountin, money getting countless Mr. don't test, my flow sick I come down ...
Bring the duffle bag, bring the money out [Ace Hood:] Excuse me motherfucker, my swag got that bird flow Hurricane Ace here, you should find shelter Mr. cash addict, you should go and see a counseler Dump you with no cash, in the river where they found ya Flowin like a fountin, money getting countless Mr. don't test, my flow sick I come down ...
Pitbull - Un Poquito Lyrics
In my Gucci duffel bag (Go) Wednesday night (Go) Catch me at shack (Go) Spanish bitch With me got these girls, all bad (Go) Ay and I'm so good Spend twenty thou' And I ain't worried 'bout that. Move girl and make that culo go pop Ay, make that culo go pop Move girl and make that culo go pop Ay, make that culo go pop. Say, "Dale, dale, dale, dale"
In my Gucci duffel bag (Go) Wednesday night (Go) Catch me at shack (Go) Spanish bitch With me got these girls, all bad (Go) Ay and I'm so good Spend twenty thou' And I ain't worried 'bout that. Move girl and make that culo go pop Ay, make that culo go pop Move girl and make that culo go pop Ay, make that culo go pop. Say, "Dale, dale, dale, dale"
SOULJA BOY - BLOW A PACK LYRICS
I got a pack, yea I got a pack Got a sack, runnin up a chick I got a pack pack, runnin up my chick Yea I got a sack, Gucci backpack Walk up in the club with my swag back 90K on bottles, goddamn Soulja on And I’m sellin dope, stay off the flex full Walkin in the club (wut?) You know what time it is Poppin hella bottles, all my niggas in this bitch
I got a pack, yea I got a pack Got a sack, runnin up a chick I got a pack pack, runnin up my chick Yea I got a sack, Gucci backpack Walk up in the club with my swag back 90K on bottles, goddamn Soulja on And I’m sellin dope, stay off the flex full Walkin in the club (wut?) You know what time it is Poppin hella bottles, all my niggas in this bitch
ACE HOOD - I DON'T SEE Y'ALL (FEAT. BRISCO) LYRICS
For my nigga's serving yay, movin' weight, And servin' packages that pack it in the crate, We don't count that cash, every duffle gets weighed, Big money on pay, and bitch im feeling myself, You can tell im getting money, louis-vuit-ton doe, And i wish a nigga would make a move himself [brisco] I don't gotta get doe it's coming out my ass,
For my nigga's serving yay, movin' weight, And servin' packages that pack it in the crate, We don't count that cash, every duffle gets weighed, Big money on pay, and bitch im feeling myself, You can tell im getting money, louis-vuit-ton doe, And i wish a nigga would make a move himself [brisco] I don't gotta get doe it's coming out my ass,
DJ Drama - Throw Ya Sets Up Lyrics
Ayo, Duffle Bag Willie, magnify my swag It's Mr. Cop Heavy, pop, remove my tag Keep a steady hand, I'm not a petty man I make it rain on bitches, the confetti man Fifty nine fifty capo on tilt, my ratchet is filled Put you on the back of the milk I'm focused, DeRay when I'm taking a shot I put you under the bus, the breaks and shocks
Ayo, Duffle Bag Willie, magnify my swag It's Mr. Cop Heavy, pop, remove my tag Keep a steady hand, I'm not a petty man I make it rain on bitches, the confetti man Fifty nine fifty capo on tilt, my ratchet is filled Put you on the back of the milk I'm focused, DeRay when I'm taking a shot I put you under the bus, the breaks and shocks
SOULJA BOY - TRAP SWAG LYRICS
Trap swag, trap swag, trap swag, trap swag Trap swag, trap swag, trap swag, trap swag 30 bricks, 30 pounds, riding round with sandwich bags Riding round with all these fuckin pounds, call it trap swag I'm riding round I'm getting money I'm getting money I'm riding round West side, zone 1, we getting cash on my Sarah Turner
Trap swag, trap swag, trap swag, trap swag Trap swag, trap swag, trap swag, trap swag 30 bricks, 30 pounds, riding round with sandwich bags Riding round with all these fuckin pounds, call it trap swag I'm riding round I'm getting money I'm getting money I'm riding round West side, zone 1, we getting cash on my Sarah Turner
Ace Hood - Can't See Y'all Lyrics
I got some bitches and niggas dat wanna bandwag I double up with da jewels and let da pants sag 100 stacks in da bag, now where da cash at? Yes, I am blind to you hatas I got cataracts! [Chorus: Ace Hood] Cause I got my cash on check My swag on check Bitches I love my dick dey need to gizzay no shiit Rollin on dem thangs And ? next
I got some bitches and niggas dat wanna bandwag I double up with da jewels and let da pants sag 100 stacks in da bag, now where da cash at? Yes, I am blind to you hatas I got cataracts! [Chorus: Ace Hood] Cause I got my cash on check My swag on check Bitches I love my dick dey need to gizzay no shiit Rollin on dem thangs And ? next
NIPSEY HUSSLE - 1 FOR THE MONEY LYRICS
I'm like ooooh, get ready, I got my mind on a whole 'nother setting, When they see me they say Nip where ya heading, And I be like on my way to the cheddar Look look look, Slauson boy swag, Check out my demeanor, Gold cuban links, bullet proof beemers, Duffle bag money I ain't never had a visa, And if sports was hip hop I be balling all season,
I'm like ooooh, get ready, I got my mind on a whole 'nother setting, When they see me they say Nip where ya heading, And I be like on my way to the cheddar Look look look, Slauson boy swag, Check out my demeanor, Gold cuban links, bullet proof beemers, Duffle bag money I ain't never had a visa, And if sports was hip hop I be balling all season,
Suigeneris - Cap 2 Much Lyrics
Got a new Patek for the timing I'm still the man of the hour I get a bag for appearance, still come in late Got a hundred racks in this duffle I'm 'bout to fuck up these commas I make it back in an hour, I'm gettin' cake It's a quarter milli' in the duffle bag I can burn a hundred racks and I can make it back Niggas copying the drip, get your ...
Got a new Patek for the timing I'm still the man of the hour I get a bag for appearance, still come in late Got a hundred racks in this duffle I'm 'bout to fuck up these commas I make it back in an hour, I'm gettin' cake It's a quarter milli' in the duffle bag I can burn a hundred racks and I can make it back Niggas copying the drip, get your ...
NIPSEY HUSSLE - HUSSLE IS MY LAST NAME LYRICS
Im like ooooh, get ready, I got my mind on a whole ‘nother setting, when they see me they say Nip where ya heading, and I be like on my way to the cheddar Look look look, Slauson boy swag, check out my demeanor, gold cuban links, bullet proof beemers, duffle bag money I ain’t never had a visa, and if sports was hip hop I be balling all season,
Im like ooooh, get ready, I got my mind on a whole ‘nother setting, when they see me they say Nip where ya heading, and I be like on my way to the cheddar Look look look, Slauson boy swag, check out my demeanor, gold cuban links, bullet proof beemers, duffle bag money I ain’t never had a visa, and if sports was hip hop I be balling all season,
Ace Hood - Can't See Yall Lyrics
I got some bitches and niggas dat wanna bandwag I double up with da jewels and let da pants sag 100 stacks in da bag, now where da cash at? Yes, I am blind to you hatas I got cataracts! Cause I got my cash on check My swag on check Bitches I love my dick dey need to gizzay no shiit Rollin on dem thangs And [? ] next Hata blockas is on, they can ...
I got some bitches and niggas dat wanna bandwag I double up with da jewels and let da pants sag 100 stacks in da bag, now where da cash at? Yes, I am blind to you hatas I got cataracts! Cause I got my cash on check My swag on check Bitches I love my dick dey need to gizzay no shiit Rollin on dem thangs And [? ] next Hata blockas is on, they can ...
SOULJA BOY - I'M BOUT THA STAX (INTRO) LYRICS
SOD machine dont need no cash register, all the money added up, pass me the duffle, bag full of grands, couple bands understand. Im the man when i land over seas in Japan, i see you wishin need to quit it, you cant get like me, a lot of rappers mad cuz they cant make no hit like me. [chorus] Cars, swagg, whip , rag, bricks, flips, chips dips
SOD machine dont need no cash register, all the money added up, pass me the duffle, bag full of grands, couple bands understand. Im the man when i land over seas in Japan, i see you wishin need to quit it, you cant get like me, a lot of rappers mad cuz they cant make no hit like me. [chorus] Cars, swagg, whip , rag, bricks, flips, chips dips
Migos - Hit Juug Lyrics
Got different names, but they look the same Fuck with my niggas, don't fuck with the lames Same campaign, Migos Gang [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Takeoff] You ain't never seen no band You ain't never sip no lean You ain't never pop no bean You ain't never seen Yao Ming You ain't never had to twerk Louis duffle bag full of twerk You ain't never hit the block
Got different names, but they look the same Fuck with my niggas, don't fuck with the lames Same campaign, Migos Gang [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Takeoff] You ain't never seen no band You ain't never sip no lean You ain't never pop no bean You ain't never seen Yao Ming You ain't never had to twerk Louis duffle bag full of twerk You ain't never hit the block
Soulja Boy - Wit My Yums On Lyrics
Wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) Gucci bandana go great (wit my yums on) Money comen so I keep it real (wit my yums on) Man, imma tell yall how it is Wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) [Verse 1] Step up on the scene now you no who it be Fresh yums wit da hat cant get like me Im yellin I got my swag back
Wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) Gucci bandana go great (wit my yums on) Money comen so I keep it real (wit my yums on) Man, imma tell yall how it is Wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup) [Verse 1] Step up on the scene now you no who it be Fresh yums wit da hat cant get like me Im yellin I got my swag back
French Montana - Whip Lyrics
Just bought a new crib it got crazy space I'm on Delta you in a Delta 88 I get to the money, I don't hesitate All these damn cellphones, I can catch a sale case This car that I got, I work hard for Nah f-Nah forreal, I work hard for When a drought hit man I hit the mall Duffle Bag Boys, our logo should be Santa Claus
Just bought a new crib it got crazy space I'm on Delta you in a Delta 88 I get to the money, I don't hesitate All these damn cellphones, I can catch a sale case This car that I got, I work hard for Nah f-Nah forreal, I work hard for When a drought hit man I hit the mall Duffle Bag Boys, our logo should be Santa Claus
Skyzoo - Duffle Bag Weekends Lyrics
A green Nike duffle bag's still my soft spot, for real Saw it all but that wasn't the only thing I saw Corner store said I promise we can get it all Momma taught me through it all just to stand tall And poppa taught me if they reach blow their hands off, blow their hands off I bet you I can fit a whole weekend in my duffle bag
A green Nike duffle bag's still my soft spot, for real Saw it all but that wasn't the only thing I saw Corner store said I promise we can get it all Momma taught me through it all just to stand tall And poppa taught me if they reach blow their hands off, blow their hands off I bet you I can fit a whole weekend in my duffle bag
Soulja Boy - I'm Bout Tha Stax (Intro) Lyrics
Get 'em S.O.D. we got 'em, scream S.O.D. we holla Too much swag yes we ballin I'm a money baller [Chorus] [Verse 3] Man I'm a trapaholic rapaholic hustler Down on your decimal, make me a customer S.O.D. machine don't need no cash register All the money added up, pass me the duffle Bag full of grands, a couple bands, understand
Get 'em S.O.D. we got 'em, scream S.O.D. we holla Too much swag yes we ballin I'm a money baller [Chorus] [Verse 3] Man I'm a trapaholic rapaholic hustler Down on your decimal, make me a customer S.O.D. machine don't need no cash register All the money added up, pass me the duffle Bag full of grands, a couple bands, understand
Drake - Uptown Lyrics
You Could Run And Tell My City I'm On I'm On, I'm On, I'm On, I'm On, I'm On You Could Run And Tell My City It's On. Yeaah, Yah I am The Leather Jacket, Black Glasses, All American Bad Boy I Own The Swagger Super Market, And You, You Just A Bag Boy Cuz I Got That Swag Boy The Swag You Never Had Boy Hate And I Will Leave Your Chest The Color My ...
You Could Run And Tell My City I'm On I'm On, I'm On, I'm On, I'm On, I'm On You Could Run And Tell My City It's On. Yeaah, Yah I am The Leather Jacket, Black Glasses, All American Bad Boy I Own The Swagger Super Market, And You, You Just A Bag Boy Cuz I Got That Swag Boy The Swag You Never Had Boy Hate And I Will Leave Your Chest The Color My ...
Flo Rida - Don't Know How To Act Lyrics
Blue with my swag, that's that Gucci duffle bag Goops coming through I got sparklers on the mag Flo Rida act a fool, have a furniture attack Well cause I'm young gettin' money, homeboy in Phantoms and Lac's I'm in the club with my King Johnny's them diamonds is black Shorty she lovin' my tattoos ingrained on my back
Blue with my swag, that's that Gucci duffle bag Goops coming through I got sparklers on the mag Flo Rida act a fool, have a furniture attack Well cause I'm young gettin' money, homeboy in Phantoms and Lac's I'm in the club with my King Johnny's them diamonds is black Shorty she lovin' my tattoos ingrained on my back
Soulja Boy - Wit My Yums On Lyrics
Your girl had a heart attack, when she my smile, you old like an artifact All I can say is wow, yums hat, yums bag, yums lugage, pants, sack souljaboy da money man, Your girls number 1 fan. Rubberband chain on my neck (wit my yums on) Screamin out stacks on deck (wit my yums on) Cashin dem $100, 000 checks wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup)
Your girl had a heart attack, when she my smile, you old like an artifact All I can say is wow, yums hat, yums bag, yums lugage, pants, sack souljaboy da money man, Your girls number 1 fan. Rubberband chain on my neck (wit my yums on) Screamin out stacks on deck (wit my yums on) Cashin dem $100, 000 checks wit my yums on (yup) Wit my yums on (yup)
AKA FEAT. ANATII - DON'T FORGET TO PRAY LYRICS
Swag drip when you trap kids Who do wack shit for a summer smash Classics for you bastards I got mad hits in the Tupperware Gold rings like a Shabba Ranks Ideas for your fucking brands White tears in the duffel bag I'ma die here in the motherland Don't forget to check the blind spot Mirror, mirror I'ma icon Smoking til I'm on the high horse Don ...
Swag drip when you trap kids Who do wack shit for a summer smash Classics for you bastards I got mad hits in the Tupperware Gold rings like a Shabba Ranks Ideas for your fucking brands White tears in the duffel bag I'ma die here in the motherland Don't forget to check the blind spot Mirror, mirror I'ma icon Smoking til I'm on the high horse Don ...
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