You, you, you have to pay for that
Hang em' up, the dish rack/
With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that
You're a pussy not a cat
Backtracking to when rap battling was neat
Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap
My coffee, put it on a flat table mat,
What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back
She said she wanna man, told her im real rap
Who thought he got gonorrhea at a laundry mat.
Lying to yourself, all over an image
Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch
I keep my money neat takin ladies out for a treat
Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed
Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried
Can't take the heat, lickidy repeat, rickety pretty neat
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