You wanna know what the fuck I heardbitch?

I heard you wanna carbon copy me
Not possible to succeed.
Bustin nigga's kneecapscuz greed is fuckin wit weed
Gimme more cheddar than ellie
No hillbilly from beverly
Heavely sedatedstill hated and rated r
You the next victimand if you flinch you fall
I got that sure shot method guaranteed to make a nigga pause.
Peep the cars I'm in.
Uncountable amount of benjamin'sbenzes for all my friends
If it don't make dollarsyou ain't makin no fucking sense
Get relentless when it comes to stacking chips and shit
Try to take mine to thy nine be the glory
Unloaded at the end of the story
I'm on top of the worldnigga...

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Sittin on top of the world
Sittin on top of the world
With 50 grand in my hand
Steady puffin on a blunt
Sippin hennessy and coke
Gimme what you won't.

Sittin on top of the world
Sittin on top of the world
With my legs swinginjewelry jingling baby
Go head baby.
Lemme hit you with some real pump pump

It's the number one contender
So so def memeber known as brat
Girlfriend offender cuz they man's think I'm all that
Krystal in my lapchronic chokin me
Nigga's hopin we fall off
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But we won'twe don't.
All we do is keep fuckin it up.
While all you do is keep lookin at us.
Known evidence is that I dispense hits
And make more house quakes than prince leavin mother fuckers dense
One of the baddest bitches on the planet.
Act like you know it's the funk bandit dammitand you can't stand it.
You can runbut you can't hide
From this bad mannered individu-al gal from the west side
Hit em up.
I can't quick stick like the bottom of an ostrich
Hung in your pants
Hotness from your bull-shit
And it's written all over your face
You want my space but ain't got what it takes to take my place...

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Now best believe I got more trix up my sleeve
Then that silly rabbit
All day dream about g's and how I gots to have it
Gotta weed habitbut I'm still on point
One of the most wanted to rock off somebody's joint.
It be the b-r-a-tthe mind blower
The rough rhyme throwermother fuckers can't see
Riding drop top roadstersfuck all that gold stuff
Only triangles dangle when I bust.
You seeniggas round town called this and that
Said I sound like the pound and my shit was wack.
Dropped the album funkdafied and they thought it was bold
30 days laterthe lp went goldand i'm...

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