| Knock, knock, who dat, sister from the hilltop
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| Wicked, wicked flows, make a nigga grill drop
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| Caramel complexion, Feldsburg section
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| Ready for whatever 'case I’m dealin with some next shit
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| Rhymin type scenario, niggas only fell
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| Stay dipped with Nike Airs, Oakleys, and pony tails
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| Fuckin up some pizza, overcharge my Visa
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| Million dollar videos, crushin with my tiza
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| Tell them motherfuckers, I’m tight like Ebeneezer
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| Scrooge, still look good without ruge
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| My lipstick, lil misfit, quick to dish shit
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| Little bit conceited, whole lot consistent
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| Money, money, money, how we blaze
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| Splittin shit three ways with me, Zee and Pace
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| Got bitchasses that think I sound like a dude
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| Flip rhymes so quick you might think I’m test tube
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| HOOK:
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| In the showdown, how it go down
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| Get the flow down, watch it go down
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| How it go down, in the showdown
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| Gettin closed down, watch em go down
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| In the showdown, how it go down
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| Put your dough down, watch it go down
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| I’m representin bitches 'round the way
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| We runnin up his box and we ain’t gon have to pay
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| I’m runnin with my mens, I rock a pair of Timbs
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| With rhymin on the brain like scarves and hairpins
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| I’m tryin to see a black Benz with my back end
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| House on the hill with my publishin deal
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| Shows pay the bills, make it all connect
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| And do some corporate type shit with my royalty check
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| Now what comes next, grab myself a Bex
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| After sex, I tune in to Funkmaster Flex
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| Then I pop up at Stretch, freestyle to death
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| And give a shout out to my mens like I was D-M-X
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| Spit rock type, hot like, jazz or funk now
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| Throw a spoken word or we turn into a hoedown
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| Tell me now cuz that’s how I ball
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| 'Bout a hundred rhymin niggas up in the U-Haul
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| HOOK
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| Peace to all my peoples in mission
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| Peace to peoples with they license suspended
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| Peace goes out to all my hoodrat chicks
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| Who ain’t tryin to hear shit but nicks and fat dicks
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| What, I rock hoods and I be good like Foxy
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| Then hit the sushi bars eatin akros with Saki
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| I’m smokin damn good and chokey black
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| Niggas know the pokey fat, now all my ex-boyfriends want me back
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| I rip shows, and sip Tequila Rose
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| And always be around like I was afros
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| Y’all motherfuckers crazy, can never outblaze me
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| Risin to the top cuz that’s how momma raised me
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| Now that the message is embedded
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| The R-A, D-I, G-G, A gon set it
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| Hold up baby cuz that’s when you lost
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| Whole prop is our respect don’t get caught up in the cross
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| HOOK |