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At first I was okay, and then I was just straight Hit myspace and hoes fell in love with my face Upped my vocab and then ya boy got nasty Flow on overdrive, now these niggas can't pass me Creme de la creme, who him? Nigga him J-O-K-E-R is on top like a chim but No santa clause, we grinchin round here Even white hoods love me, no legend round here Messages on myspace like W could It's cause I always go off like ADT in the hood Yo flow shake but my flow is straight seizure I run a lot of shit like nickel magnesia You should be high, Joker smokin like reefer But niggas sleepin on me, icksnay (pig latin) anesthesia Room guns, berettas, I am known to burst 'em Leave a nigga stankin like overexertion To all my haters... fuck 'em, curse 'em I drop so many hits, other rappers call me worrisome Plus they try to steal from my book of rhymes Now see, that's straight pussy like the March Of Dimes It's obvious, like we all know Marsha fine Fuck the game missionary, I'm on top of mine If you not my clientele, you can't even get the weed sale Trust no nigga like a heart broken female Co-ed FTE to the hotel, she shall receive a lot of beats Like my mutha fuckin g mail Letras de cancionesBitch BYOTCH, money is nuthin Only reason you don't know cause Forbes don't acknowledge hustling Joker's mediocre, everybody else is hotter Someone's in hell drinkin on a glass of water Dope boy magic, kitchen harry potter I help move weight, title of an exwatter I'm on the grind just like dry humping raw Nigga I'm surprised I havnt caught something Girls suck nonhesitation no delay Famous dick, I'm a sell my pubic hairs on ebay Want the highest bider so I can get with her First well drink, and then I'll split her Then we do the do, hell yea I did her Now I'm done with her I'm a let JR hit her Then be a friend, introduce her to my boys... She's gonna need an altoid Hit the club 17, plus my ID void Came home with a lot of hoes and my thoughts paranoid J Cole tell 'em I ain't never been a busta If real was a disease, I'd be a dead mutha fucka I make so much money so savin ain't my plan And I blow so much cake that the candles don't stand Ice hang to my cock, damn near at my leg So bitches gotta bobsled just to give me head El Presedinto, dance for me why don't you Call the bitch my new car I left a lof of bills on her Awww skeet skeet I won't for saint pete I'm tryna blow up big like Aretha's peak I got hoes on deck, I want want want And I fuck it so much that I'm nonchalant Currency problem, money, mula Dollars make all hoes holla like booyah Shillings, doubloons, pounds, pesos No teardrops cause it's killers on my payroll I can smell pussy like I used to work at Catos Weave kill in packs, real boy wear a halo See we know that she goes, so no need for egos But you tries and lost like when Shack shoots his freethrows I'm Michael you Tito's, you rappers just freeloads Part two let the clip go and three is a reload I'm gone leave a stain on the game just like Cheeto's So it's gone go my way like I was Carlito So fck what the plan say, I do me no veto I'm gone show my black ass like I was in speedos But I am the teacher, let me sit at my desk, so I can school this rap game, it's hop scotch chess, and I'm Leaps jumps, and bows all over the rest Last line no punchline, I AM THE BEST From Letras Mania