Fish N' Chips

Aight Bet

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    It's all me baby
    I ain't worried bout that petty shit
    When I'm clenching up my fists, crackin' bones, I'm already lit
    All you counterfeit bitches wanna run ya lips
    Vibe to the chi-sound
    Eat it up Fish 'N' Chips

    You already know, you already know where you got your style from
    You already know, stop playin'
    You already know, you already know where you got your style from
    You already know, stop playin'
    You already know, you already know where you got your style from
    You already know, stop playin'

    You'll never live up to the king
    Step backhand fall in line
    I got no time for your cock rubbin' dick struttin'
    Fuck it, wallow and fester in shit
    I will fly terrify, show you who the fuck you bow to
    Every punk ass bitch before you got a taste of the drip that I spew
    No cap

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    Too many crabs in the bucket
    No guts no glory neglected
    Round here I get respected
    Snatch the mic and I wreck it
    You flipped my switch and it's on
    Running game on your whole set
    Have you fold on your own
    Like you stepped in your shit, I'ma give it to ya
    Give it to ya raw, yeah
    I'ma give it to ya, give it to ya raw

    Too many crabs in the bucket
    No guts no glory neglected
    Round here I get respected
    Natch the mic and I wreck it
    You flipped my switch and it's on
    Running game on your whole set, have you fold on your own like you stepped in your shit
    I'ma give it to ya
    Raw, raw, raw
    Raw, raw, raw

    You already know, you already know where you got your style from
    You already know, stop playin'
    You already know, you already know where you got your style from
    You already know, stop playin'
    You already know, you already know where you got your style from
    You already know, stop playin'

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