| You gon' need a helmet when you hear me and you’ll probably need a neck-brace
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| Life’s a bitch, men are jerks, and rap’s a chess game
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| This games mine, I just started, checkmate
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| I been telling you that I’m the best, fuck what the next say
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| And if you wanna try me here I am, let’s play
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| You 22, spitters coming, watch a TEC spray
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| I’m out in New York straight up out the west bay
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| Showing them that Mexicans are so much more than Ese’s
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| And you ain’t got to check the stove because I’m what’s poppin
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| I’m in the lab, every single thing that I cook’s hot
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| I’m spitting fire, so of course I’m getting booked off
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| And I keep coming up in conversation like good gossip
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| I’m Snowhite, miss pale skin, black hair
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| Look no further, best female sittin' right here
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| I got 'em wondering 'cause my advantage is unfair
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| Pretty and I got more verses than a book-fair
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| And if you hear my name, I bet you’re asking «What, where»
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| Hi hater, I got a secret I must share
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| You talk a lot but it’s 'cause you will never compare
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| Hate me 'cause I’m flying and you crawling and you’re stuck there
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| Yeah, this talent is done where
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| But fuck with it if that’s how you end up slump dare
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| You male rappers talking mess but you gon run scared
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| Cause men can get murdered by a chick ask mr — |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Head Buss , by - Snow Tha Product. Song from the album Good Nights & Bad Mornings 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп