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Fuck your boo's bitch, fuck this rap bullshit. Haters mad ass, wanna be friends. You ain't fuck with, two, two. Was jealous as, Fuck your boo's bitch, fuck your boo's bitch. Fuck this rap bullshit. Haters mad ass, Wanna be friends. You ain't fuck with, Two Get booed by my right arm and also By my left. Tryna get me for my head But visit to this living death. Cracked up all these limits now I'm feening for The funk, fuck. Always on the grind from sundown To the sun up. Run, get done, never shopping 'til the club front. Eliminate the competition this never fun, Fuck. Blue shots on the fucking rocks come straight From Hell. Call me motherfucker, Yeah, I like to call him me self. Free fell on anybody who don't gotta play. Or fuck 'em up or smoke 'em, beat it Up just like a pussy. Stay up, put one in the air for anybody That's on lock down. All about this pimpin', baby girl, you put on Top What really happened on that Thursday here at Augusta High School that led to Chris Wood's death? The fuck is that? Shit! I'm dying in this fucking country-ass fucked up town Down this fucking tube of Mac to lose it All and gain it right back. All about my dough so watch your back or Reach a bye, jack. Earned the name from pimp so I could never Be a simp, man. Look to my left, I get higher than a Pimp, man. A pimp representative like fucking D-I-E, Man. The realest bitch inside of me, you cannot Compete, man. Smoke one for the legends who done died and Came before me. Never sell out for the fame, that shit just Ain't for Me