Quick to burn yo bitch ass
Gotta make that cash
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
Lift the flap, and u will find ur mind in a restricted path
My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws
Wack ass pawns- no stacked stats drawn- half ass prawns
Big tits and a big ass
Lights will flash, cars will crash
A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks
Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance
One more bite from cardiac arrest ass.
Your life is a product of trash
She graduated top of the class
I'll pop a cap on you ass
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