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This dude, Tory Lanez, is all about the dough, man. He's been pushing his music hard, like a hype shark, and he ain't afraid to show off his stacks. It's like he's more interested in the bling than actually making good music. Some people say his songs are fire, but others think he's just a sellout, chasing that recognition. At the end of the day, i

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