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Look, this bitch gon' come and fuck me, tell her friends that she don't like me

Bad bitch, worse attitude, you know I like em spicy

I don't get up in my feelings, if you know me, that's unlikely

I just get up in my bag, I chase the check up in these Nikes

If lightning strike again, it's cause your boy is feeling mighty

In these stripes, it gets you striked, right up off the board

And that bitch gon' get you psyched, you gon' end up in the morgue

And I'm leaving with his head, like that bitch was an award

I just rap when I get bored, I don't write, I just record

She ride my dick till it gets sore, when we get done, she find the door