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Shout out to my enemies, shout out my competitors |
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Shout out to my mini-me's, |
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I hope you do better, brah |
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Better me, better you, etcetera, etcetera |
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Shout out to the followers, |
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I will stay ahead of you |
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Big up to the haters, big up all you low *****s |
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Biggin' you all up should make you feel a little bigger |
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Big up to the fake *****s from a real ***** |
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Fake *****s, help you recognize a real ***** |
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Uh, I'm a |
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Brooklyn ***** anyhow |
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Closet lookin' like |
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I opened up a |
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Vinnie's Styles |
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*****es say, "We are the best" |
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So mami in my jeans |
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PRPSYeah, street fitted in a gang |
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Yeah, at you like a |
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Twitter name |
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Same place |
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I see 'em, same place they chalk 'em out |
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We speak gwap-enese, come see what we talkin' 'bout |
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Holla at your homie, holla at your dog |
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Lookin' for the competition, holla at them all |
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Once I say hi to her, she gonna say bye to ya |
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If looks could kill then my style might body ya |
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B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya |
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If looks could kill, then my style might body ya |
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B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya |
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If looks could kill, then my style might body ya |
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Shout out to the groupies, shout out to my ex |
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Probably sayin' ***** me so shout out to the sex |
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Don't get mad at me 'cause |
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I'm on to the next |
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All of this because |
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I ain't respond to your text |
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Big up to you bum *****es and your ten dollar dresses |
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Big up to the big girls, y'all are so precious |
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Salty *****es tryin' to raise a ***** blood pressure |
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Grown little girls, do yo' mouth get any fresher? |
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Huh? But it ain't fresh as |
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LosoMonogrammed out, son, case you didn't know so |
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Flow so deadly, swag too murderous |
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Known for bein' nice, that don't mean courteous |
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This is nothin' new, |
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I'm not a beginner |
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I get big checks like a lottery winner |
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Her boy dissin' ah, boy, listen ah |
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Kindly sent him on his way, tell the mortician hi |
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You better holla at your homie, holla at your dog |
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Lookin' for the competition, holla at them all |
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Once I say hi to her, she gonna say bye to ya |
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If looks could kill then my style might body ya |
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B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya |
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If looks could kill, then my style might body ya |
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B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya |
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If looks could kill, then my style might body ya |
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What it look like, *****? |
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It's Young |
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FuneralTold y'all *****s |
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I got this *******t ***** |
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There Is No |
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Competition 2: |
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The Funeral |
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ServiceWhat up |
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Dram'? What it look like? |
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Huh? What we talkin', baby? |
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What we talkin' 'bout? |
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These *****s is dead |
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What we talkin' 'bout? |
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Yeah, I said it, dead, nice |
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*****s might as well lay down in a hole |
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And throw dirt on they self |
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It's funeral |
