Tekst piosenki
Yo!
Check it
You think the styles you got is gonna make me smile
I heard you buy
You is kill
Don't smile
Somebody tell this kid to go home and learn how to flow
He's slow
Yo!
You're coming to my house this weekend she's about to blow me
She needs
She likes getting 7-digit from me
Ya heard?!?!
Word
Hey this kid is crying I didn't touch him I thought he was stylin'
But yo! I'm sorry I don't brains from old woman
I guess your mom is one of them but she is gonna
Your style is fakin' so that's why I can get 7-digit from ya mom in a show
That's a deal
For real
I got mad skills you can't handle
Yo! I heard you live in castle
Hey! nigga
Ya ain't got no flavor
Look at your style
What are you wearing dawg
Your clothes looks like you found them in a pond
You can't
Punk
I rock them ice
I rock the mic
This is tight
Sick
You're battling when it's to fight you probably run
Who is this kid I can't even get close to him he smells like skunk
I'm sick
I'm coming through like a snick
This is sick
It ain't fake
You a dick
Bitch
People like you I hate
You've never get laid
Bitches like J-Lo
Always ask me let's do it
Like always
But you my bro always in your couch drinking cool-aid
Cause bitches can't deal witch your AIDS






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