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Fuck, cause you're a whore Whassup? Really nuttin - much~! Yo, what? The fuck, sup? Nuttin much Yo, yo What the fuck were you tryin to prove? Tryin to disturb this nigga T3 groove see I would prefer, all of y'all just to move But every time I grip mics, you always in my face I mean give me some space, but you don't, and you won't Boy here's a pen pad, I'ma write down my number For you, cause youse a fag I mean you must have a want for me Time you grip mics, first in line for open mic You're, all on my cock rock you need to just stop You're, all on my cock, my cock and in my rock I mean stop the shit, you suckin my dick You rappin with me? You rappin with X The crew, I don't think not You at the microphone like your panties was hot Just like you was a young girl givin up twat Yo homebwoi, you need to just stop Matter of fact, get off my dillz jock If I see you I'm gonna bust you in your knot That's right Uhh... uh-huh, yeah, sup 7-8, uhh Tay what's that shit I said That shit is fresh, damn! No shit, I had a little flow that was dope as hell
Writer(s): Terius Youngdell Nash, Leon Dewayne Swan, Tyrese Darnell Gibson, Robert S. Kelly, Berris R. Bolton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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