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316

by Jaae

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Lace up yo shoes, get yo nose, bitch you are the clown We don't got beef, ain't no quarter pound You in the circus, you swinging them circles I know that it sucks, cause you got a frown I had some niggas stab me in the back Lot of "I owe you" I ain't getting back They got my dick in they mouth, and my sack While I be smoking, be making my green Whip in the Stu, and I do make it mean Dripping like Al, and ain't bout Green Been on my dick so much that you might choke At least we know now that yo mouth is real clean She giving brain like a mufuckin' cap 'n gown Back it up when her man not around Brain like a mufuckin' cap 'n gown Back it up when her man not around Like a skillet Wait! Heard my lil snippet, they gone fuck around and steal it Skill is really ill, they should really call me skill-es You don't got the bars, you don't know? You is skill-less Get it by the pound, smoking loud, the Achilles And I got the bag in the back, with the thang called a strap For yo mom and yo pap, they gone feel this Look! How i'm killing these hoes Got my foot on they neck Yeah i'm standing ten toes Had to bring the beat back for you dead asleep hoes Nigga take that shit back, I ain't feeling these clothes You can give it to yo thots, and you fake awake hoes Ain't no money? Kick them rocks Nigga sniffing that blow Hit that nigga with a "holla" Cause you broke, don't even bother Mother-fuck you and yo father Cause i'm really independent bitch! Let me count for I really blow Two, three, four, five, six how i'm coming hoe Better make some room cause that mother-fucker big though Seven or it's eight, how you know I never miss though Nine, ten, eleven, bitch you know I am the one Mother-fuck a comp, cause I am thee only one Know I got to switch it up With the braids up in my head Fuck around and put it up, with two sticks in the bun hun Lace up yo shoes, get yo nose, bitch you are the clown We don't got beef, ain't no quarter pound You in the circus, you swinging them circles I know that it sucks, cause you got a frown I had some niggas stab me in the back Lot of "I owe you" I ain't getting back They got my dick in they mouth, and my sack While I be smoking, be making my green Whip in the Stu, and I do make it mean Dripping like Al, and ain't bout Green Been on my dick so much that you might choke At least we know now that yo mouth is real clean She giving brain like a mufuckin' cap 'n gown Back it up when her man not around Brain like a mufuckin' cap 'n gown Back it up when her man not around

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