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

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

2: Reeks]
It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the
Breathin' dro colored Benz's dutch colored seats
Lay in the on Tuesdays, duckin' the sweep
Nigga jump off, then get pumped off your
I'm like Rostein, low key and with numbers
I'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil with the
If you and I'm grippin' this tech
Then that's 32 shots, our throwback's like Mitchell and
Man, I'm a nigga, still piss 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
It's Rossie from the pharmacy, get it

[Chorus: Lil'

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

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the
Now putcha hands around mouth and holler out
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[Verse 3: S.A.]
Yo, it's S to the A, and my guns ain't warm
Beatin' niggas close to death with my slippers on
You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a coward to
Fuck your project, your building got in front
Every chick I with, OZ in the cunt
I was OT in Mass, pushin' for months
Sprinklin' gun powder, oughta put a on my blunt
I spit a hundred and fifty bars when I'm 'em out
'Cause I can do that razor blades stuck in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty right on the
Any rap shit I ever barked on, to hot to
And my rims bigger than Manhattan manholes
Listen up for 2003 tan
box hold guns like Afgan soldiers
Wanna 16, well we the niggas 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 bars so hot, it be the beats
my pen, I have slugs meltin' your chin
When I you over the bridge, they helpin' you swim
And you better wear a metal hat you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like e-mail, packin' your
Or snatch your face off like I'm Cage
And it could be five of ya'll, puttin' in your grave
'Cause niggas think they hard, but softer than bread
them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead
The next is to off you, dead
I'ma cut your fuckin' off and have Kim auction 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, man is next
The Advakid and Bee gon' leave the game in a mess (Beehive)

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

Now hands around your mouth and holler out
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