| Ooh-wee
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| Kool Keith, is that you darling?
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| They call me Santa
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| Ah, ah, ah, I can make this work
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| I can make this work
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| I can make this work
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| Come on, I bloody shit up, you can call me Kotex
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| And I cut checks, nigga, fuck who got next
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| You can wear a body vest, we gunning for your head
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| Straight business, kid, no witness, kid, I’ll leave your mother dead
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| I roll with the killers, the monsters, the
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| Santa runs the charts, the streets, it’s just come on
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| I ain’t a Barbie, I’m a porcelain chick
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| Shout out to Young Neck, mami, get them chips
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| You see, my mission is to take over the world
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| Fuck the diamonds and the pearls, and the beefing with the girls
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| Come on, raising the bar while I’m taking a bar
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| And them corporate cats mad I got my tips in their jar
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| You see I could have been a sucker, signed for half a mil'
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| But y’all can suck a dick and keep your 360 deals
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| 'Cause, I’m the bitch that the streets really feel
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| And everybody knows real recognize real
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| I got the hoop flooded like roaches
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| Watch how I approach this
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| So gutter, you would think that I was loc’n
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| Silly rabbit, it’s a habit to grab it
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| Make your rap career disappear quicker than magic
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| I’m like, fuck you, pay me, I’m such a fucking lady
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| Brooklyn, bitch, it’s there, we so crazy
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| Coming full force, better call the MD’s
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| Call the doctors, call the medics, just don’t call the D’s
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| 'Cause fuck the, fuck the, fuck-fuck the police
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| I’m a real gangster bitch, we handle beef in the streets
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| And please excuse my potty mouth, shit, I’m on my period
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| I’m here to take this mother, mother, mother over, period
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| I’m Malcolm X side with twin drinking that Hypnotiq
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| In Hollywood, give you the face with College and 14th street with the heat
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| I’ll put you under the cosmopolitan suite back, push the heat back
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| You need snacks, ice packs on the knees
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| Get in the street, dunk like Dominique on with Top Ramen week
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| You got a colonic up the cheek because I’m Musiq Soulchild
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| My void be full of new now, cattle, I raise new cows
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| Come out the shower, pop your ass with two towels
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| Snap your gum with your toes snappy, that’s the swaggy
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| Analytical tip biter, rhyme all-nighter
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| Your legs look tighter and tighter
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| Arthritis MacGuyver make your man shit out a screwdriver
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| Cook cayenne pep', Chinese food, drinking Schweppes
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| Goggles on the X-Man, my shirt show the glow in the dark X
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| Xavier McDan, I had wool before Woolworth
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| How the fuck you gonna wear a $ 9,000 suit with Thom McAnn |