| Shout out to my enemies
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| Shout out my competitors
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| Shout out to my mini me’s, I hope you do better bruh
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| Better me better you etc etc
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| Shout out to the followers I will stay ahead of ya
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| Big up to the haters, big up, all you little niggas
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| Bigging y’all up should make you feel a little bigger
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| Big up to the fake niggas from a real nigga
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| Fake niggas help you recognise the real niggas
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| Uhh, I’m a Brooklyn nigga anyhow
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| Closet looking like I opened up a Vinnie Styles
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| Bitches say we are the best
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| So Miami in my jeans PRPS
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| Yeah street fidda didda gang
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| Yeah at (@) you like a Twitter name
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| Same place I see em, same place they chalk em out
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| We speak Guapanese, come see what we talking bout
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| Holla at your homie, holla at your dogg
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| Looking for the competition holla at the morgue
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| Once I say hi to her she gon say bye to ya
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| If looks could kill my style might body ya
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| B-b-body ya
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| B-b-body ya
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| If looks could kill my style might body ya
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| B-b-body ya
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| B-b-body ya
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| If looks could kill my style might body ya
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| B-b-body ya
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| B-b-body ya
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| Shout out to the groupies
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| Shout out to my ex
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| Prol saying fuck me so shout out to the sex
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| Don’t get mad at me cause I’m onto the next
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| All of this cause I ain’t respond to your text
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| Big up to you bum bitches in your 10 dollar dresses
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| Big up to the big girls y’all are so Precious
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| Salty bitches try to raise a nigga blood pressure
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| Grown little girls, do your mouth get any fresher
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| Uhh, but it ain’t fresh as Loso
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| Monogramed out son in case you didn’t know so
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| Flow so deadly swag too murderous
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| Known for being nice, that don’t mean courteous
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| This is nothing new, Im not a beginner
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| I get big checks like the lottery winners
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| A boy dissing I, boy listen I
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| Kindly sent him on his way, tell the mortician hi |