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Paparazzi takin pics I tell em No commet. Reporters all up in my mix I tell em No comment. Blog be startin shit I tell No comment. I dont wanna talk, I let my money talk.
Reporter 1: Princes ! Princess! What do you feel about the state of hip hop now?
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Reporter 2: Do you still have with you know who?
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Reporter 1: what about the female rappers? Where are they?
Princess : No
Reporter 2: Can you us anything, anything at all?
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First of all, I aint never left, but Im back now. Still got cash, been throwin round.
I step up on the plate, folks act clown. Im too legit 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 this motha . 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 add a couple zeros!
Some of yall done lost yall mind, Kilo. Trust me, Im the one for yall to sleep.
Yea, theyre alright but aint got nothin on me though. Im bout to make a movie. This is just a show!!

Verse 2: This aint no sneak diss. This aint no lo blow. I dont rock 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 sites dont mean sh*t. Theyre usually ran by lame ni**as or a fat bi**h. But its cool. The fake I peeped that. Middle finger with a message for em retweet that!