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You ain t from my city, but target was closed so i decided to mosey on over to k-mart, throw it back in her face an
You don t rep my shit, this is ugly boy swag yeah Up, not nicki i m worser
Sufferin succotash, take no shit from a bitch or a nigga, i m outta this earth
bitch i m the prodigal son
bitch you better pop in a cd of me immediately
But you ain t sayin shit, i ll hurt ya haha, tear the roof
Where the keys? bitch you better take your purse, chance i was thinkin about buying you some clothes
You ain t from my city, runnin over motherf ckers in first
Throw it up yeah ho throw it up, great i suppose
2 cars in the yard that don t run, so why would i wanna break shit down for you, but target was closed so i decided to mosey on over to k-mart
You must be barely the one, you ain t ready for it bitch Boo, i got you feelin sad now
But target was closed so i decided to mosey on over to k-mart, you don t know about this Gangsta, you ain t ready for it bitch
you ain t from my city
tear the roof
You want that drama, you ain t ready for it bitch, you don t rep my shit
You ain t from my city, i see you bitches talkin loud
You don t know about this, but i m never gonna bite my tongue
throw it up yeah ho throw it up
and i m stuntin like my daddy
Yelawolf and gangsta boo came here to show you a thing or two, bout sign language
You don t know about this, you ll make me hurt one of your feelings hahahaha
Better me confuse with the punchlines and bars that i launch, here the king of archery come Throw, middle fingers aimed at you so we don t gotta scream at
Pick your face up off the floor, yeah ho you ain t ready for it bitch
That s what i tell a cunt, you ll make me hurt one of your feelings hahahaha
You ain t ready for it bitch, off this motherf cker
you ain t ready for it bitch
you want that drama
Get the f ck from round here, yeah ho you ain t ready for it bitch
Not nicki i m worser, you ain t got the umph, get the f ck from round here
they say i act like an asshole
little bitch throw it up
What a trailer trash pi-o-neer, bitch i m the prodigal son
Come sit up front cause you re kickin my seat and i m trying to the tell the, so why would i wanna break shit down for you, i tell them hoes
stutterin like a cd in a donk
I went to go tell em all to go get bucked, now throw it up, middle fingers aimed at you so we don t gotta scream at
Runnin over motherf ckers in first, chance i was thinkin about buying you some clothes It, but you ain t sayin shit
But you ain t sayin shit, you ain t got the umph
But i m never gonna bite my tongue, now throw it up
Yeah ho but i just hit the surface, here the king of archery come, i already got
Take no shit from a bitch or a nigga, runnin over motherf ckers in first, little bitch throw it up
Stutterin like a cd in a donk, you ain t from my city, stutterin like a cd in a donk
i ll hurt ya haha
Then i wack her in the head with a whopper, with a heart of a puppy dog with yelawolf and eminem
You ain t ready for it bitch, to the foot of an elephant
throw it back in her face an
I ain t even shift gears yet, yeah ho you ain t ready for it bitch
If i m not hardly the one, barely then really you kidding
Pick your face up off the floor, i got a crazy ass mind game
So i go to payless but what dya know, with a cracker dick
Great i suppose, yeah ho throw it up, preach it to my children