| Lyrics: | Nigga, waz up?
You think you tough, I'm fly shit
Has a bitch, dope as fuck
Sho nuff I'm
guaranteed, no diggities
Fight you like the fucking enemies
You would think there's fucking
ten of me
When I'm sending these
Blows, blows, hoes want to roll like hydro
When I suck
Timbaland's bone like you (barking in the background)
Fido, I go
Scoop Lil' Kim
Me,
she, her, them and him
Gets high in a tunnel
They see my Lexus comin
They hear the bass
rumblin
They come quick, they come quick
Like a dick, I make myself sick
I'm so
motherfuckin bad to the bone
Like my titties are full blown
1 - My style of rappin, my
style
I'm such such a good rapper, I'm such such a good rapper
I give you good and plenty,
yeah yeah
My styles the bomb diggy, my style
My style of rappin
I'm such such a good
rapper, I'm such a good rapper
I give you good and plenty hmmm hmmm
My style the bomb
diggy
I'm calling your cards like Sprint
Can't be me, can't see me
I'm low like
Timb, ladies and gents
Dogs, cats and babies
Whoever but my style
I hope you croak from
the rabies
Swayze, maybe I call your name
Ain't that a fucking shame
I'm too high for
that
I'm great like the dane
Mane on main
If you decide to put your hands
On my
fucking light
Like the ciggarettes I light
You must burn, you better learn
From the
pro
Who rock shows after shows
When it rains it pours
I hurt like the cold souls
My
style polishes like nails and toes
You know, know
Repeat 1
You beg to be put
on like cats
Nigga know who I am
Now you want to sing and dance
You want to shake your
stanky ass
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