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It's necessary, on the contrary No you do not me, is you drinkin' Bloody Mary? But shit, you betta hurry, before I have to My attitude is bitchy, 'cuz my is heavy I used to drive a Chevy, put twenties on baby My nigga was the shit, but then that stupid nigga me And now I'm lovin' Larry, but go with Terri And Terri is a freak, but it's his she will carry
The he live's a fairy, cartoon like, "Tom and Jerry" My is legendary and your style is temporary Yeah, you to worry, like Jason, it gets scary The words that I spit fit in that category Is my vision blurry? My is very slurry Me Tim is like Jamaicans with no curry And yes, necessary, so hurry, nigga, hurry when this album drops, you whack MC's will all get buried
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Your style's crummy, that's why you have no money You always looking bummy, I care if you don't love me Don't try to before me, unless you are a dummy Repeat, you'll your teeth and I would hate to call you gummy Rainy or sunny, no way, honey not a game of Hide-and-Seek, go call ya mummy It's about get so ugly, and I'ma keep runnin' Hiding from me, 'cuz you you are weak
You ain't sayin' nothin', I keep it jumpin' In your Kenwoods, I'm sumthin' in ya trunk'n You can say I'm buggin', 'cuz when I come out That's why y'all be discussin' who I like and who I'm
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I had a homie named Paul Revere Smokes blunt after blunt, guzzled of beer He used to swear up and down every of the year He was quit smokin', but he never did Watch y'all huskey, it's that time Gettin' ready for the club 'round quarter nine Couple of hypnotic in the back of the ride Might like a girl, but I hit like a guy
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