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Young Vaul on the beat. Queen. Like Tommy Lee and Pam. I'm fucking on her man, want this shit to Hit the fan. Bitches can't even see me, They just see me on the 'gram. You know I'm not sagging, none of these bitches Got a tan. Bitch, you gotta dance, He in a trance off a glance. I just want the mouth, all these other hoes Get ran. I'm Marsha, Marsha, Marsha and your hoe, She act like Jan. I hope I'm not responsible, He clingy like a clam. I got him on the clock, watch my kids While I shop. I ain't tryna drop him, Got a camera in the slot. Queen, keep some pasta for my pussy in a Pot. You know I'm a monster, bitch, I drop it like it's hot. I told him take a picture, he was looking For some F time. Bitch, I wouldn't fuck with You for real, only my spare time. All these hoes connected like they working with a Shell line. Your hoe, she remind me of a Train, like the red line. Go on get your camera phone on. I know you wanna know what the hell is Going on. I don't fuck with clones, only fucking with my Phone. Hoe, I don't condone what you having going On. Go on get your camera phone on. I know you wanna know what the hell is Going on. I don't fuck with clones, Only fucking with my phone. Hoe, I don't condone what you having going on. Bitch, go on. What the, what the hell is going on? Fucking with. Get your, go on, go on, get your, go On, Get your...