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with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
got to do with me?
I told ya
I'm not tryin to hear that see
I'm not one of those girls that go rippin around
I'm not a dog baby, so don't play me
the brimstones, sinners
All you motherfuckers act like Hitler
Confused by the motherfucking things he did to ya
Now we're heading to the seventh-inning stretcher
Everybody out there wants a try
You could see by the way I smile
Ima be the one to go the extra mile
Ima be the one who really fits ya style
Ima be the one
a nigga reach
My dogs will bite you and guess who the nigga leash
I was once told by my nigga Meach
You feed a sucka' he just grow to be a bigger leach
working hard
While you outchea chillin'
Got a broken heart
I have lost my feelings
Don't need advice
Just mind ya business
Thought I told you niggas
That
homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile
a maverick
Every track I Flow Jo, Randy Savage
Red Tims blood hooligans, West Coast to Brooklyn
Get it right, if ya money ain't tight ain't no lunch
spot
If no one told ya today, yo that shirt is skirr hot
You keep ya nails painted, always got ya hair done
Tonight's the night that me and you go out
records, they hustlin'
Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it,
D
See me, I take this gangbang shit to hold mouthes
Beach coup, the hood patrol wit my flag in ya mommas style
I throw my set up, I ret
don't quit
Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya don't stop
Come on Wes, give 'em what ya got
Give me the mic and I'm a wreck ya from the start to end
Sees it all, she wants shore
I want it all and I want more
She sees it all, she wants shore
I want it all and I want more
Handshakes
Ya'll too fake
I
sittin there thinkin that you can hit me with ya whip appeal
I ain't baby face bitch I got dick appeal
She laid down, grabbed me by my waste
Got freaky
what they told ya
Those who died are justified
For wearing the badge
They're the chosen whites
You justify those that died
By wearing the badge
They're
control
And now you do what they told ya
Those who died are justified
For wearing the badge
They're the chosen whites
You justify those that died
By wearing
Do what they told ya
Those who died are justified
For wearing the badge
They're the chosen whites
You justify those that died
By wearing the badge
I left Houston, Texas on a gulf coast hurricane I was blowed down by a
Tornado washed up by the rain well my pappy wasn't happy with mehe told me
the bitches sprung
That’s why in every line or any song I’m on my style is always different just admit it Im a bomb
Shouldn’t come to no surprise Mr Shadows
Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left
Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man
With the Grand Canyon rap, you dynamic wingspan
The Power from
told me how you never have fun
But you know I know you know I'm not like him
You like my style, I like your style, let's get it in
I heard you like
system shutting down all communications
To your ya bodily functions Handicapping your defenses
Swiftly attacking your unit, Neutralizing MC's
By
Got a swag they can't style me
Do you can't do me haaa
I'ont need none of y'all niggaz
I'ont want none of ya bitches
I bet you niggaz be praying I fail
prove that whenеver I spit
Told Legion it was me and my Tequila
Now I'm standing here talking my shit
I just wanna keep it real
I just wanna keep it real
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