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"f*ck You c*nt"

Cooling laying low and I'm just getting to the cheddar
I'm a really nice guy but try to fight I know I'm better
I just hit a pus*y boy upside the head like a beretta
223 yeah that's the combo dome just like a header

Hold up wait what
I just pulled up with the mob
I'm like Juicy J hoes slob on my nob
I got the gas but I do not jugg and rob
I'm just lit you b*tches corn on the cob

b*tch I can never relate
Tryna get paid
Got all the food on my plate
You just be feening for fame
Boy you a lame
You know i'm killing the game
They gon' remember the name going insane
Cashing out like i'm a chase
Getting the bag to the safe without a trace
Imma take all of the bread you made
Getting up my digits you gon' be the jealous type
This an easy written but for the flows you gotta try
Smoking the pack ain't popping a xanny
Ride in a phantom no danny
The lyricism uncanny
I'm on yo ass like a fanny (pack)
Got the groovy sh*t that make you pussies super mad
I'm sonning all you b*tches ya'll gon' call me super dad
Pockets fat like Jonah Hill oh yeah Im talking super bad
When they hear this they gon' cry because I know they super sad

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