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Young trigga the hitta god, young trigga the rap fraud
Thinkin you tough fake rap you mad, you wanna be real big and real bad
But you like 1 inch man, dude you can't do shit like me foo
Don't you realize when you talk you be smellin like doo-do, tried to catch me outside
Didnt think my hands could do, bro?
Aint nothing but a fake dude, aint true, be who you are you dumb foo'
You aint foolin nobody with you so called dealer, trigger, ya bitch aint even yours like what?
You bitch be my sisters friend since day one and thats okay you aint gotta get her in on this
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Bitch you aint want none of this (dick)
Gots all these mens on my phone they don't get it ion want none
I got my man on my side you prolly
Die if he catchu slice you no gut chu but you might think im innocent but bitch guess i aint hoe
Catch me drivin my corolla watch me pull up bitch
No no bitch don't run i want fun trigga trigga claim ya dick be
Bigger but aint shit i heard bout chu aint shit true
Stop bein fake and grow up or throw ya fuckin hands up
Yo bitch be my a 1 i luh you hoe gorgeous as f*ck lana out im rollin up pufff sheeeaaattttt...
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