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So check it out, finna tell you what I'm all about | Ya time's runnin out, so don't make me spell it out | Ya fuck with Reid and that's a doubt
So check it out, finna tell you what I'm all about Ya time's runnin out, so don't make me spell it out Ya fuck with Reid and that's a doubt I'll pull up in ya town and blast the teeth straight up out ya mouth With the magnum My style stay platinum Skills you lack 'em, hoes know, go ask one Colder than a sickle, got ladies rubbin' they nipples Pretty simple Fuck around and get crippled 'Cause first thing's first, bitch I'm the boss Chew you like floss Leave ya face without a bottom jaw Let the game die, bitch I'll kill it if I have to And if they ask who they better not ask you 'Cause you don't wanna fuck wit a pimp Got a dick like a blimp, so I walk wit a limp I'm here to show ya folks that I'm the realest it can get I'll bet my style so smooth i'll make ya mommas coochie wet And when it's all gone (what you believe in?) Sick of always hearin' it (what you believe in?) Mothafuckas think I'm losing it (what you believe in?) But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like When it's all gone (what you believe in?) Sick of always hearin' it (what you believe in?) I'm hung up and I'm stuck (what you believe in?) But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like One, two, three, four to the five Suicide ain't work, I'm still alive Six, seven, eight, and the 9-millimeter Ten shots make you hot like a heater Don't trust much, but I dust fools with a slim uppercut Takin' off the mask, movin' up My shit suck less than a hoe with a flat chest Bitch look sick, so I took her to the vet Bet my rhymes just be wicked like that Throwing up the set with a fully automatic I got the rhythm with the most steez Hoe please And now they kneelin' down on both knees Break ya bitch like bread, coast to coast Bodies be dead when I boast My shit gross The host with the most, burn ya like queso You got a problem? - just say so And when it's all gone (what you believe in?) Sick of always hearin' it (what you believe in?) Mothafuckas think I'm losing it (what you believe in?) But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up buttercup, like When it's all gone (what you believe in?) Sick of always hearin' it (what you believe in?) I'm hung up and I'm stuck (what you believe in?) But I don't give a fuck, knuckle up, like
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