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Stepped up in the game |
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And dropped this motherfucker on its head |
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Promise everybody in this motherfucker gon be dead |
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Killin' shit, killin' it, jus'on my supervillian shit |
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Fuck a label and the blog. I'ma get familiar with |
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My brain is a Sicilian bitch, my tongue is like a million kicks |
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Murdered them on everything, droppin' like a heavy crane |
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Hard flow, bars dope, up here next to God flow |
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Wish a bitch would and I would box her like some cardboard |
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Swag fucking stupid I be on my Bart and Homer shit |
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Beat em, kill em, eat em, put em on that organ donor list |
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Im lyrically guillotine my body's just a killing beast |
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I'm like fucking Bubble Boy, you niggas can't get near to me |
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You bitches put no fear in me, I'm who you pretend to be |
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Say I don't stunt shit. You gotta be kidding me |
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Everybody talk then but ain't bout nothing in this industry |
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Come and take a look, I'm the realest and you finna see |
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Gimme one sound, gi-gimme one crown |
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I'm the, I'm the queen bitch gimme my pounds |
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Everybody lemme see your hands right now |
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Put em' up put em'up |
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Pull the sky down |
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Drop those bombs uh, drop that beat like |
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Ride it like Lance Armstrong on a speed bike |
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Spitting it like teeth, knocked out in a street fight |
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Shes like yeah bitch I'm on like street lights |
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Never get misconstrued, I been the shit since shit been poo |
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Bitch get outta my way or become my food |
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Get outta my face or meet my shoes |
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Get out of place and meet my crew |
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It's so insane, we act so ratchet |
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Soul food kitchen in this bitch I'm about my greens, parsley and cabbage |
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Spittin' like a heavy weight, a lot for them to handle |
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Drop it on the motherfuckers harder than an anvil |
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Who you think you kidding bitch I'm hotter than a handful |
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Of all these motherfuckers, when they flaming like candles |
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Everything I do, I do to prove that I am better than you |
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Bitch you think you cold, well I'm lyrically a sweater to you |
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Catch me in the world brah, doing what I said I'd do |
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All hail the Queen, bitches put me on a pedestal |
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And I'm out here running, I'm gunnin', I never stop to breathe |
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Angel "might" be good, bitch fuck your whole hypothesis |
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Bitch I came to kill shit, literally KILL shit |
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I came and bitches left, right? Got em' on that drill shit |
