Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters
It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse
Fuck your criteria
Oh, mama got a visa
Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches
I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business
I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what
Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck
Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,
Well, i have a gram cupcake mix
Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut
I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?
Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters
Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours
Fuck the dea and fuck the feds
Convertibles with turbo jets
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