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    I'll fuck around and throw hail it's not a empty clip
    I got shells
    Won't be a epic fail sick of motherfuckers
    give me ginger ale
    Shorty pump yo breaks fo' I jump that gate
    So you should just pass the paper
    That other shit we a tackle later
    Only how you know you getting real money
    When you pulling out a calculator just to add it up
    Got him mad as fuck bitch dont act drunk
    Mama raise no punk, give a pair
    cause I'm finna get payback
    You see me cover yo face like a Arab
    Cause I'm at cho head brain cells finna spread
    And my fist won't stop 'till this bitch turn red
    These niggas so bitter they Debo on Twitter
    Might lay a nigga down like he just ate dinner
    One by one they keep dropping
    Dont need no chair to get it rocking
    Knock knock who's there?
    Better use a peephole as a option
    Only if you wanna be safe so many guns I'm a disgrace
    Keep it brief if the money ain't the case
    But if it is throw it in a briefcase
    Try angels if you trying to keep them squares
    out yo circles Thats three shapes
    situation need to be addressed?
    Then I'm a show up to yo address
    I play a heavy part in these streets
    but no I'm not a actress Just hush
    get that ass rushed if you say too much
    Now you getting touched, I carry bodies out like a clutch
    But not going to no fucking brunch
    Murder scene look so disgust, but I did it like its a must
    Turned the body to a pile of dust
    because I let it burn like Ush
    I get so much hate cause I got a lot on my plate
    You can tell by my weight
    I went from shelters to flying delta
    Now I'm on a stage in another state
    I'm 100 that I'm past ready I'm sauced up no spaghetti
    You hang in a clique
    that's dumb ass shit that's Ed, Edd, n Eddy
    Y'all washed bro, just stop bro
    Motherfuckers doubted me and now they shocked bro
    Cause I kept giving them the unexpected
    Like mother nature in Chicago
    Stop trying to treat me like the outcast
    When yall be watching me more than Comcast
    Y'all old ass hell and broke ass hell
    In the basement living with yo Mom ass
    I get slut shamed for the sex songs
    But yo nigga up my ass like wet thongs
    I line the chopper up then mess yo lining up
    Now everywhere you go you need a hat on
    They like "Oh my God, she should be ashamed"
    But I'm on every bitch account like a username
    Now y'all can get back to doing nothing
    And I'm sorry for the interruption

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