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I rock on with my bad self cause it's a must Kim blow past hoes tell 'em 'Eat my dust' Cause um, I gets busy with my bad ass Straight from Brook-lawn, Vietnam, Baghdad Cause I'm a get you high like that stick-icky one time One verse from the Queen is like sniffin' a line Higher than a fever, ya best believe her This young viva senorita flow tighter than a two-seater Lyrical murderer, I'm servin' these haters like a waitress Back to the basics I got the game in a chokehold, better take a No-Doze Sleepin' on Kim is a no-no (UGH) The capital Q-B, now take it to the E-E I'm bringin' things to light but you still can't see me I flows like the monthly you can't cramp my style Can't take the pain here's a Motrin child You already know it's Ms. G.O.A.T Numero U-N-O, now here we go I rock ruff n stuff though they put me in cuffs But still I (Rock on with ya bad self) I rock ruff though these punk niggas talk too much But still I (Rock on with ya bad self) Letras de cancionesThink ya hotter than me? YALL STUPID Ain't no doubt about it I'm the UNDISPUTED Lyrical champion, dough I stack it My verse crazy I write with stray jackets You can't hack it, some try to backstab I drive by them haters while they try to flag cabs Hate to brag but fuck it why shouldn't I 'Gini with the top off, why wouldn't I I was tought by the streets so how couldn't I See right pass niggas like BIG's crooked eye BOOM! BAM! GOT DAYYMMM! I'm hittin' so hard I be shakin' the land KIM GET IT CRUNK Like the speakers in ya trunk, got you feelin' drunk Off the rhythm that I give 'em Spit that venom, in 'em, honey girl be killin 'em Yea, I put that on my unborn kids Kim run this shit, man you know what it is I rock ruff n stuff though they put me in cuffs But still I (Rock on with ya bad self) I rock ruff though these punk niggas talk too much But still I (Rock on with ya bad self) From Letras Mania