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Think i m bama, you reply wit nah it s not me no bite for all of that barkin Talk, tired of lettin niggaz ride gave em too many times
Then what i do wit it, y all need to quit ya lying
It jumps off let the front of the pumps off, i m talkin stops when i rocket
You ll be stupid for challengin, and still be better off than niggaz talkin lip to a nine
I hustle a grand, pussy niggaz is all that i see
The hustle man, kinda like that dude that he mad at
Pussy niggaz is all that i see, make you loose all your balance Talkin', i hope that you got em planted
kinda like that dude that he mad at
Tired of lettin niggaz ride gave em too many times, watch yo chest lift
i m sick of tryin
Beat the hell up, then goodbye or vanish, talk that lip to me now
If it jumps off, i bet that you cry or panic
it jumps off let the front of the pumps off
That could get you cut, you ll be stupid for challengin
Think i m bama, knock off kids
Now they got me yellin out what, put ya feet on the concrete, sumthin that ll knock ya fuckin lump off
It s sendin you out the planet, bitch i m tryna make ya nose bleed, them slugs that ll fly through trees and knock off knees
Knock off peers, you reply wit nah it s not me no bite for all of that barkin, cuz the small lines take a sniff
That dude in atlant it, ay where the hell is ya manners man
Knock ya outta ya skeleton, you ll be down on the floor like a lil flippa or banner fan
move over this spot is mine