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Mm, bitch Look, ayy, ayy Applyin' pressure where it's needed, ain't no room for lettin' up A sittin' duck, lil' baby, move the fuck around, you bitches butt Gave it up, can't name a bitch I linked with and ain't fuck it Cost a lot to live like this, I'm at hibachi havin' brunch Put two smokers in a room and see who make it out alive And after that, I gave the winner laundry soap and then he died Niggas fried, I'm spankin' shit for real, why would I lie? Don't need to pop out to no party if that bitch can't find a ride Keep your head up on a swivel and stay balanced on your feet But most important, don't you never leave your house without your gleek Ayy, niggas sleep, me and bro go up and breathe on count of three A scary scene, bitch, I done boogied down in ways you won't believe Words won't ever hurt, it's best you grab some sticks and stones We ain't forget, in middle school, bitch, you was gettin' exposed Ayy, hit the road, you fuckin' but ain't fuckin' for no cho Bitch, you was meant to bust that cooter, ho was thirteen actin' grown TV dinner date, bitch, you are nowhere near a ten I ain't gon' lie, the cooch was wack, but I'm still tryna hit again But it depend, is she gon' cough a bag when I walk in? You need stay the fuck up out them niggas' face and watch them kids Mr. Make-Her-Choose, I got some game that you could use It's best you know, if you can't bring no cho, you get the boot Bitch, what it do? I told her drop a chase, she brought me two Off the muscle with this rhymin' shit, I'm cold as Dr. Suess On the gang, nigga From Letras Mania