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40 on my face, getting cash

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Swearin', he can save memy stratagies official

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

I don't need no single

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

What's that gap in that strap

Baby all i do is rap

Now we fighting like undertaker and kane

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

But my words are weapons, my pistol pistol

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Pistol rippin through the blocks

I wanna rap for my fans so fuck the loot

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route