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Gawddayum, I don't what y'all been thinkin' 'bout
But I think this right is about to shut dem damn haters down

I'm from the streets make niggaz walk slow, talk low
With white chalk-o, mi casa be uno ocho
motherfucker, handle this
Pardon my and French

Okay, I clever like Mayweather with lay leather
Till your sever, one of the greatest ever
Beyond bells, my name's so demandin'
Shit, I got the swagger that'll Dakota Fanning

I hope you niggaz standin', I stay sucker-free
The next king of in the game, you ain't got to be
career last a week, that'll be luckily
Fuck with me, the rap game'll need protective

I'm the same thug that be with women
Gave the game true religion you found it in denim
Feel the Wrath of and you could not escape
The hip hop version of The and you just watched the tape

And keep your on the niggas in Ward
Triple in the candy painted car is the color of board
Me or my brother on with n'am nigga
We trill, workin' the wheel, nigga?

I smother and a bitch down to the tendon
High pressure, if you don't break your ass
I'm way past endin' in my series of
You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the

Bun Beater, the best breathin' or deceased
From the to Midwest, Cali to the East
Go to any city nigga and my name up
I bet I eat the rapper they got in the game up

Call a nigga up, email him or him
a meal out his motherfuckin' ass and then burp him
Don't fuck around, I'm not lil' homey
I'm the King of the Underground, so act like you me

Homie, we big steppin', big
We givin' kids Smith & lessons, you get left with a sketchin'
with the Midwest, clique Texans
G. and Daddy Kane, the Texas, pop you to death

I put private planes on Jetsons, niggaz know what it is
you see the ball cap and a slick Thessons
Till you strip vexin to a movie from the Westerns
Shit from the Uzi lift up your midsection

He introduce you to the nose on the Glock fam
Give you metal jackets clothes from a rock band
Multiple holes, you get those on top, man
High dose some hoes on the cock plan

Froze but coldly rolls with a hot hand
We stackin' cheese the rubber bands pop scrams
And I ain't breakdancin' when I'm in the pop
Bank pounds like James Brown give 'em Hot

I make girl get down and open it up
Put my dick up in they jaws and go in butt
I'm a young hot street flame, they call me Sweet
Or call me Sir Jones, two hundred dollar

Board or Issey Miyaki
I got your mine, meat strong like saki
I ain't Rocky but I keep her
around, I'll knock your tuna fish out of socket

Your out of pocket, she under pimpery
She eyeballin' watchin' my top fall in
On my with the quick scream
Fettucini, linguine, shrimp and a bowl of

What you about gettin' cross country?
Nigga, piece big but your diamond look monkey
You need to take shit back
That ain't no Emmy diamonds what the fuck you done to

Bitch, what the fuck you done to
Now, damn, somebody need to Jacob ass over that