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shitted it on 'em, man I just shitted it on 'em
shitted it on 'em, put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em
shitted it on 'em, man I just shitted it on 'em
shitted it on 'em, put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em


All these b*tches is my sons
And I'm go and get some bibs for 'em
a couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em
If i had a d*ck, I would pull it out and p*ss on 'em
Let me shake it off
I just signed a couple deals i might break you off
and we ain't making up I don't need a mediator
Just let them bums blow steam, radiator

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This stone is flawless F1
I keep shooters up top in the F1
A lot of bad b*tches beggin' me to eff one
But I'ma eat them rap b*tches when the chef come
Throw some fresh one's
More talent in my motherf*ckin left thumb
She a'int a Nicki fan then the bitch deaf dumb
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You a'int my son you my motherf*ckin step-son

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All these b*tches is my sons
And I a'int talking 'bout Phoenix
B*tch I get money so I do's what i pleases
I live where the motherf*ckin pools and the trees is
Broke b*tches so crusty (disgust me)
Gave the b*tch a ride got the Continental dusty
trust me I keep a couple hundred in the duff' b
couple wet wipes case a bum try to touch me (EWWW)
I’m the terminator b*tch talk slick I am have to terminate her
These little nappy headed hoes need a perminator
you my seed I spray you with germinator
Move back bugs matter fact you know the queen could use a back rub
If you could turn back time, Cher
You used the be here but now you gone Nair

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Thanks to ALQ for correcting these lyrics

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