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Paparazzi takin I tell em No commet. Reporters all up in my mix I tell em No comment. Blog sites be startin shit I tell No comment. I dont wanna talk, I let my money talk.
Reporter 1: Princes ! Princess! What do you feel the state of hip hop right now?
No comment
Reporter 2: Do you still have beef with you know
No comment
Reporter 1: Well what about the female rappers? are they?
: No comment
Reporter 2: Can you tell us anything, anything at
Princess: No

1:

First of all, I aint never left, but Im back now. got cash, been throwin stacks round.
I step up on the plate, folks wanna act clown. Im too to quit, bitch check my background. I hear em talkin slick, in the interviews. I know they seein me, but I aint in to you.
Im fina tear the roof of motha f****a . Haul ass, mash the gas. See you later sukers.
Yall in my rearview. Deuces out the window. My fam, my fans, who I get it in fo. Yo spot, took that. You can call me debo. Promoters want me overseas add a zeros!
Some of yall done lost yall mind, Kilo. me, Im the wrong one for yall to sleep.
Yea, theyre alright but got nothin on me though. Im bout to make a movie. This is just a peep show!!

Verse 2: This no sneak diss. This aint no lo blow. I dont rock with shawty, thats how it go folk.
Its still m.o.b. forever if you ask me. Played the hand that I was given, put up with it gladly. Hearing bout the lack of females in the game is rough. Its plenty out here grindin yall aint lookin hard enough and I, F**k wit Nicki just like everyone of course. I just think its f**ked up she aint thank Ester at the awards . But, to each its own, I just call it like I see it. If Im not the baddest chick, Im next in line to be it. I gave these people dedication at the hardest time. Pen game been stupid. Who you know with harder lines. And the hearsay on the blog dont mean sh*t. Theyre usually ran by lame ni**as or a fat bi**h. But its cool. The fake sh*t I peeped that. Middle finger with a message for em retweet that!