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Fuckin',
Fuckin',
Fuckin',
with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy

[Verse" 1 Kim]
Ms. White, that bitch a thousand looks
Come through with a crooks
I just know what it takes to get this money like
Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear like
Ya'll niggas think I won't in the heap
Well let's dance, you are finished
I serve all ya'll like a game of tennis
Act like you want some of this and give you the business
You see the yellow and black, you know what about
Wrinkled assed gets ironed, to straighten you out
I got thugs in the east, thugs in the
That'll stick with the aisly and whip piss in mouth
I kept 'em on a leash and now it's to let 'em out
Better pray to Jehovah, the game is
Don't ever, ever, ever, underestimate
Kim the postergirl at 718
Ride town with my nigga, holdin' his weight
it's cooked, chopped in eights the size of plates
You ain't been through shit, you just minors
What you know about stuffin' half a in your vagina
It's the dick licker, the baby sipper
Ain't a bitch can make a nigga cum quicker
Baby girl's pussy get than a shower cap
Got my mans back like a Jansport
And Queen Bee gon' bring you but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for these beats
You in the wrong department, this the upperclass
You is startin' to irritate me like a yeast infection
Good heavens, get the Monostat 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why
The boss lady, I it down for my badies
Rappers better run and hide 'cause comes the Beehive

[Verse 2:
It's boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets
dro colored Benz's with dutch colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, the sweep
Nigga jump off, then get pumped off your
I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant with
I'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil with the
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' this
that's 32 shots, our throwback's like Mitchell and Ness
Man, I'm a project nigga, still on the steps
And the brim on my fitted a little twist to the left
I the block, fifth in my sweats, reppin' my set
Rossie from the pharmacy, get it correct

[Chorus: Kim]

The
Fuckin',
with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Tef-Teflon

Fuckin' the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Now putcha hands your mouth and holler out
The

3: Bunky S.A.]
Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my ain't warm
Beatin' niggas close to death with my slippers on
You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a to front
your project, your building got flowers in front
Every chick I roll with, OZ in the
I was OT in Mass, flower for months
gun powder, oughta put a haze on my blunt
I spit a hundred and fifty when I'm blazin' 'em out
'Cause I can do that with razor stuck in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty right on the
Any rap shit I ever on, to hot to handle
And my rims bigger than lower Manhattan
Listen up for 2003 tan
box hold guns like Afgan soldiers
Wanna murda 16, well we the you call
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all

[Verse 4:
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, the name I earned in the streets
'Cause my so hot, it be burnin' the beats
Melt my pen, I have slugs your chin
When I throw you the bridge, they helpin' you swim
And you wear a metal hat when you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like e-mail, your waves
Or snatch your off like I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be five of ya'll, puttin' eight in grave
'Cause niggas think they hard, but softer than bread
When them hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead
The step is to off you, dead
I'ma cut your fuckin' head off and have Kim your head (Beehive)
See the kid rap for love, I rap for cheques
Even if I you, I demand respect
And if I put you in the body bag, your man is
The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' leave the in a mess (Beehive)

[Verse 5:
young Goldie, the Advakid, put you to rest
I ride around with two 38's tucked in my
A in trunk and a nine under the seat
Enough ammo to the earth from under your feet (Beehive)
And we got cake for like Hyde and Jeckyl
Snippers put red dots on face like freckles
make me have to reach for the lead
You'll think the bullets was rain drops how they all hit your
I'm slim kid that they say is probably hot
She only me 'cause of what she think I probably got
Am I be with her for long, probably not
Unless you're and suck a dick like a lollipop
Niggas talk about and they just bust caps
Niggas aboit ki's whey they just flip packs
When it to my money, suggest you gimmie that
'Cause you know fly in pairs like Petey Pab
(Beehive)

Now putcha hands around your mouth and out
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