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Say, don't fuck with me Don’t fuck, uh Don't fuck with me, uh Huh Okay, shit Don't fuck with me ’less you ready for this problem ('Less you ready for this shit, man) Mama always taught me you don't start those, you solve 'em (You ain't ready for this shit, man) Mink, mink, goblin, finish 'em, they wobblin' Okay, chill, they fallin', damn, Cyn, get off her I’m a prophet, don’t take shit, won't harm shit Can’t take the play, don't you jump in this ball pit Used to work at Harbor Freight, but now this my office Can you believe they pay me all this money just to talk shit? Lil' bitch, I'm vibin’, lil' bitch, we mobbin' (Yeah) All in God timin', well, goddamn, I'm shinin' On these records, this ain't silver, ho, it's white gold Wait 'til I get them diamonds, it's gon' be a chokеhold, KO I'm a hoochie, I'm a sellout Smell likе shit every time it's me they talk 'bout I'm a born sinner, better get that gone Eighty-five, burnin' rubber 'til I get back home, uh And bitter is the fruit that fell early Slither with these snakes on me, Lord, have mercy Hands in this chicken, no Church's Letras de cancionesThrowin' up to purge it, Lord, forgive me for these urges Uh, so who the fuck I look like if I slow up now? (Uh) Talkin' out they neck, but my foot calmed that down (Uh) Used to let that slide just to keep folks around Now I keep the scissors in my bag in case they get loud We pipe that smoke down, uh (Yeah), don't get me rowdy These hoes can't rap with me, say that shit proudly Bad, bad, Mike Lowry Servin' face and seasoned, bitch, I even brought my Lawry's They like my lil' voice, they think that shit sweet They think they gon' beat this lil' caramel coochie (Please) Well, bitch, I'm the new-age Eve Forbidden gems up my sleeve next to that .380 I'm a hoochie, I'm a sellout Smell like shit every time it's me they talk 'bout I'm a born sinner, better get that gone Eighty-five, burnin' rubber 'til I get back home, uh And bitter is the fruit that fell early Slither with these snakes on me, Lord, have mercy Hands in this chicken, no Church's Throwin' up to purge it, Lord, forgive me for these urges (Goddamn) From Letras Mania