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What the fuck? I dont rap, what is this shit.
Lyrics
When it comes to business homie, know im here to spark them clips/
No targets missed, so serious, you're even scared to part ya lips//
You aint at my standards homie, you're new to the game bitch/
Lame cliques who swear to God they sick, they spit the same shit!//
Most of these cats, they grab a mic, and swear to God they rap/
With a fitted cap, pink to match, pussies that rap, picture that!//
See i dont get it, how people always givin 'em props/
thinkin they hot, stay with 'em so u can see when they drop!//
But for you nerds that aint heard, you need to listen up/
Im sick as fuck, put groupies on they knee's, and make 'em give it up!//
Keep thinkin that you're ill everything you spit is nice/ (Riiiightt)
Have you thinkin twice, kid you're wack, see that label fits you right!//
If you think im playin homie, then step to the boss!/
Call ya dawgs, drop 'em off, then you can go gather ya thoughts!//
Cus see I dont scatter when some pussy steps in my face!/
Come at me quick son, so i can set you back in ya place!// FAGGOTS!
