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Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, Five, three, Two, one. Listen. Big hammer for a small hater. That's small figs to a giant, we got tall Paper. Stacks in my jeans make me rock my Chains better. I'm talking smack, Yeah, I'm on my Floyd Mayweather. What you say, young? I said I'm on my Floyd Mayweather. Stacks in my jeans make me rock my chains Better. Big hammer. hammer for a small hater. Yeah. I'm talking smack, yeah, I'm on my Floyd Mayweather. Listen, I'm on my Money May shit, Talking smack. If you talking money, call me back. These man are shouting murder. We can tell they're lying. The straps of Larry Merchant, never getting fired. So get your flick knife, special or your four-five. Fuckboy, protect yourself at all times. Because you talk greez, catch you with your school Kids. Off guard, lay this nigga out, Or tizz. Box office. Been doing this for years, You're a bloke novice. I'm back up on my greez, fucking watch shopping. Me and Shabazz by your crib with a stock Sucking. Back up on my greezy for the paper. Little nigga, you ain't on my radar. If you was, would've hit you with my laser. Charging up the battery, stick him with a taser. Big hammer for a small hater. That's small figs to a giant, we got tall Paper. Stacks in my jeans make me rock my Chains better. I'm talking smack, Yeah, I'm on my Floyd Mayweather. What you say, young? I said I'm on my Floyd Mayweather. Right now we on Money May. Stacks in my jeans make me rock my chains Better. Big hammer. Hammer for a small hater. Yeah, man, that's talking smack, yeah, I'm on my Floyd Mayweather. Jimmy. Big Big clip for it. It's fight night, the guy's fit for it. They knocked. I've got my gloves on. Check. I'm by the ring side. Check. I'm never playing fair, ask man, I let It ring tide. Come get me. It's your boy Conway, Don Jim. Jimmy. No, I don't want the belt, I just Want him. He's just a instigator, But none of you dons king. See me with the long ting, 'cause I ain't On a long ting. Ha. Like, what you think we hold them cannons for? Might have to shoot for your film that's got Rounds of raw. Yeah. If it ain't that, we moving addy or showing Why we top boy. That's why you watch the channel for. The channel for. I'm spinning your Jordan, popping Bottles. Box like the trap house, I'm just trying to double. Hey. Huh. Work, work, you know the motto. Yeah. I train the young bucks, now they calling Me custom motto, like big hammer for a small Hater. That's small figs to a giant, We got tall paper. Stacks in my jeans make me rock my chains Better. I'm talking smack, yeah, I'm on my Floyd Mayweather. What you say, young? I said I'm on Floyd Mayweather. Stacks in my jeans make me rock my chains Better. Big hammer. Big for a small hater. I'm talking smack, yeah, I'm on my Floyd Mayweather.
Youngs Teflon, Scorcher — Mayweather
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