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Ay yo, Foreigner, you crazy for this one WWE, we finna see if niggas tough enough He said he gon' try me, I don't think that nigga dumb enough Feel like the One Punch Man when I hit him with this uppercut He ain't even see it coming. Told that bitch to open up her eyes, see me cumming I know these niggas hearing what I'm saying, I ain't mumbling Pulled up on the bitch, but I got bored, Andre Drummond That bitch was a rebound, she play for the heat now Her nigga is the Clown, still ain't it He been dropping songs, but they still ain't hit You can check my catalog, ain't one miss Police check my bag, nigga, ain't one brick I be going dumb, but I ain't no fool Caught me fucking on my teacher and got kicked out of school Hop up out the Lamb' it ain't got no wool I say what I want, I ain't got no cool I ain't got no chill, bad bitch, pop a pill She thought I was trying to f*ck, I was trying to get a meal Somehow I'm still independent, I ain't signed no deal I don't do it for the money, bitch, I do it for the thrill This bitch told me she can cook food tasting like some bleach And then she wonder why I cheat I been getting money, but I still be acting cheap Found out my homie was a rat, guess we both getting cheese My money blue, but I still get green My neck was itching, I was looking like a fiend Asked her where she get that ass, said she bought that shit on Shein You need to go and get a refund They keep saying I got competition, I don't see none Told the bitch to do a 360, I'm trying to see something Shawty DTN, she say these niggas do too much This bitch telling lies, she full of shit, she got a dookie butt Yeah Yeah, I'm doing it regardless, my mind made up I turn my youngest to delinquents, boost the crime rate up Yeah, nigga play with me and we gon' put him in a body bag I got some money on his head, he got a price tag Bitch, the numbers I been doing, I make dice mad Yeah, nigga, I been heating up, I melt ice fast Yeah, got my nut and told the bitch I'll be right back I stole his watch, you can say his plane got hijacked I might be the realest nigga living I know this bitch fucking other niggas, I ain't tripping Went and bought some Karats, my neck twinnin with the Simpsons I know homies drilling, I ain't even from the trenches I can get you knocked off, swing on you like Topgolf Tell them niggas, shoo fly fore' I knock your socks off Cheated on my bitch and then I woke up with my cock off She know I'm the hardest, but she still gon' make my cock soft F*ck you niggas talking about Yeah, bad bitch she trying to f*ck me for some clout, nigga Tell that bitch, you better open up your mouth, nigga Throwing ones, make it rain, in a drought, nigga Yeah, let's go Aye, aye QueTee
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