Rack, rack, rack city bitch, city bitch
Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich
Bitch this was your last act, no need for that bitch slap
In the back of a chevy that’s all black
// [that's right bitch: and i don't need you, don't want to see you]
‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few
// [that's right bitch: and i don't need you, don't want to see you]
If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue
In order to battle i need a valid opponent, this bitch is week y'all know that i own it,
All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit
I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice
Stop thinking of asses bitch you need some glasses,
I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge
Need to pump some air into it cause' these are kindergarten rhymes bitch
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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