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I got niggas hatin on me den girls hatin r Kelly alredy got big niggas like biggie, I aint even macavelly Ive been drinkin dis henny got me spittin acid I give more prises den scholastics, burn dedly den plastics I hop n pop ya skin or furr like rabbits Call me a led funder I got ya girl nicked named da hed hunter Da cheese I make, muh bred is a wonda, I gotta wonda bred I gotta breeze dat make bitches blow n give hed But bak to da subject, I got pussies u aint even luv yet Dey to skird to com out der shell Not till da sun sets, but aint stop smoking till im done I'll get da newspapers wonderin wut happened to dat nigga son Im luvin dis encore, deez niggas want more But I gotta give em a hand- clap clap clap Ya niggas aint men, till u a size 9 I got more m's den moterolas size 9 A probation wuldnt hold us, im real fine Im getting shyned in every rank Like dymes I take dat came out frm banks I get ya body traveled like stamps While I rok suits u rocked in a body bag Dawg ima make u feel like dis aint white America Ya ass is mine, dis gon taste betta den a plate n chedda Get smacked around redda den white pplz cheeks Get washed n tossed like da washin machine U gon b concerned like u.s and iraq Like dem girls, u hidin ya face witta flag Ya bak agenst a wall, but da gat is right atcha bak | DIS IS MAH RHYME DAT FLIPSTAR TOOK MAH SHEESY HE CAN'T RAP HE COPIED DIS SHYT OFF ME N HE GOT DA BALLS TO POST DIS SHYT UP ON HIS XANGA. |
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