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

[Verse" 1 Kim]
Ms. White, bitch with a thousand looks
Come through with a crooks
I just know what it takes to get money like Blow
Catch a body, get a lift, disappear like Pablo
niggas think I won't jump in the heap
Well let's dance, you are finished
I serve all ya'll cowards like a game of
Act like you want some of this and I'll 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, in the south
That'll stick the aisly and whip piss in your mouth
I 'em on a leash and now it's time to let 'em out
Better to Jehovah, the game is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, underestimate
Kim the postergirl at 718
Ride town with my nigga, holdin' his weight
After it's cooked, chopped in eights the of plates
You bitches ain't been through shit, you just
What you know stuffin' half a bricks in your vagina
It's the dick licker, the baby sipper
Ain't a alive can make a nigga cum quicker
Baby pussy get wetter than a shower cap
Got my mans back a Jansport napsack
And Queen Bee gon' you nothin' but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for these beats
You in the department, this the upperclass section
You hoes is startin' to irritate me a yeast infection
Good heavens, get the Monostat 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why
The boss lady, I hold it for my badies
Rappers better run and hide 'cause comes the Beehive

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

[Chorus: Kim]

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

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch 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
niggas close to death with my house slippers on
You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a coward to
Fuck your project, your got flowers in front
chick I roll with, OZ in the cunt
I was OT in Mass, pushin' for months
Sprinklin' gun powder, oughta put a haze on my
I spit a hundred and bars when I'm blazin' 'em out
'Cause I can do with razor blades stuck in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty on the couch
Any rap shit I barked on, to hot to handle
And my rims bigger than lower Manhattan
Listen up for 2003 tan
Stash box hold guns Afgan soldiers
Wanna murda 16, well we the you call
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all

[Verse 4:
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the name I in the streets
'Cause my bars so hot, it be the beats
my pen, I have slugs meltin' your chin
When I throw you over the bridge, they you swim
And you better a metal hat when you rappin' on stage
Or my bullets like e-mail, packin' your waves
Or snatch your face off I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be five of ya'll, puttin' eight in your
'Cause niggas they hard, but they softer than bread
When them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up
The step is to off you, dead
cut your fuckin' head off and have Kim auction your head (Beehive)
See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for
if I know you, I demand respect
And if I put you in the bag, your man is next
The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a (Beehive)

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

Now putcha hands around your and holler out
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