Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends
Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends
Re-directed de-ci-sions
It's moe, all i need is more chips
Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/
Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees
Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace
So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face
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