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Cole World, Boy, check the degree's These lil niggas is trash go and get the Febreeze THats why I blew up on you sucka's all that's left is debree One soldier's all that's left is fatigues Act like you know me boy, I'm Kobe How the fuck you gon step in my league Talking bout bullshit, your message fatigue Played out Phoney nigga probably only got arrested for weed And out here talking that dime shit Dom Perignon shit Not gon cut it like some scissors on my lawn shit Grown cause I own shit This is what you won't get Game so cold, bring the blizzard to the Palms I'm a wizard, I'm a don and I put this on my mom I'm offended, I'm appalled If y'all ain't bowing Claim you a monster but y'all ain't growling Claim you a beast, why y'all ain't howling? 'Bout as sweet as a jumper on the game Ray Allen I'm 'bout fucking hoes like Ray J wylin' Killin' niggas like K K K violence I guess it's why they pay homage Momma I'm a be BIG and I put that on the late great Wallace From Letras Mania