| My beat go, while she flip and grab the pole
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| Jump jump jump jump jump, move it like a dump truck
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| Face get fixed up, niggas get mixed up
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| Who’s on the phone now, who’s that pickin up
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| Dark face, mask on, everybody’s stickin up
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| Everybody’s quickin up, jewels start pickin up
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| Come to the back and count to the back, lil' kids love that
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| I’ll be the first to say if you butt sound whack
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| Long-faced bastard, nothin you, mastered
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| Any girl you talk to, walk and try to ask her
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| She don’t want you think, nigga what you faster
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| Tryin to top me, never will you stop me
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| You’re skilled in surgery, you dirty B, you got no courtesy
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| You birded B, you heard of me, impressively
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| You got no stylin B, I’m smilin B you whylin B I’m violent B
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| You silent G I’m bout it B you pout at me you doubted me
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| What’s yo' name black-ass? |
| I’mma tame whack-ass
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| Make his beard grow, make it make his beard grow
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| Make his beard grow, make it make his beard grow
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| I’m on the corner sometimes, I’m on the corner with rhymes
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| You got your last chance last man, I’mma start to laugh man
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| Sweat like a hot room, now you gonna need a fan
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| Bust a verse for ten grand, bust a verse witcha man
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| Beginning to ending man, beginning to ending plan
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| Hustle the game, shuffle the game, my shoes scuffle the game
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| Kid average come around and they rhyme the same
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| The whore store get you caught up and burned up in flames
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| Flames, flames
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| — 2X (minus last line first time) |