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Second single from my upcoming album "S.W.I.M."
lyrics
I aint a--
Bitch or any other, stupid gutta mutha fucka.
Where I belong, I dunno. Could care less, you aint my motha.
Don’t chu wanna be my brutha? Roll with homies flickin six.
Girlie twist, do the twist. Like we did last summer.
Lock the pop chillin, till we drop it, then be illin.
Monkey bars, droppin bars, barred out in the car.
Don’t chu know he fuckin love it when you do it like that,
Fuck it right back, then go spittin on a fly track.
You a wise ass, always talkin all trash.
With a nice ass, mcdonalds lovin that.
Honey catch a cracka, way more than vinager.
Look at her, right thur, so fine since birth.
Know Im down to hit a fella, or that stupid bitch bella.
Twilight, limelight. Terrorize, code yella.
Wear them steel toed boots, cause I stomp all day.
Tryna get paid, yea mane. That’s what I say.
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So cool, no rules.
fuck it, party like its ’92.
Hit up my dude with the fresh cut,
if you want some fresh buds real quick son.
Now we all know snitches get stitches.
Then snitches get used as bitches.
Finally there’s no more snitchin’
Realized that’s why he was never pitchin.
Guess its all turned ‘round.
Switch places, up and down.
Irrelivant cause its sound?
Well I’m behind it, pound for pound.
Roll out, me and the autobots.
Found a four leaf clover, but then lost the spot
Tried to hit it running, but the ground was hot.
So I said fuck today, my plate already got a lot.
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released June 20, 2011
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