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    Every time I spit, bitch, it's Christmas
    Michelin in the kitchen, my bitch cleanin' dishes
    Wrappin' up the presents, no major with millions
    Origin is villainous, doom in the spirit
    Light you up like kerosene, Peggy a terrorist
    Find her at the Sheraton, beats givin' you instant relief, my shit Claritin
    Shot ugly, but it's still go in Shawn Marion
    Waste a bitch time, make her spend her inheritance
    My bitch switch stylists, yours switch like Ms. Garrison
    Too deep, she runnin' routes like Marvin Harrison, wow
    Shots to the body, she throw in the towel
    I put gold on that boy head like Meowth
    Most of these weapons, they came from the South
    I miss havin' gold in my mouth
    My neck is what will you put down on a–

    Your ex only want rapper dick in her mouth
    So I took my turn and I threw that bitch out
    My new bitch worth more than me, I'm bummin' in her house
    I rest until millis, still sleep on the couch
    Look, I cannot help uif I turn your bitch out
    Nigga, how is you broke with no dick and you proud? (Bro)

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    Ayy, throw that bitch back in the pot, let it boil
    Know these Kel-Tec extensions don't got no recoil
    She be sniffing white bitches, her name De la Hoya
    She a cannibal, all of this Betty White on me
    I choke you out in an Accord with a cordless
    You know a flopper, Ric Flair in the corner
    Bitch, I'm snatching them dreads and you getting a facelift
    That fabric cannot help the way that your face is
    It's icy out here in these streets, gotta face it
    The ice on me worth more than what you was takin'
    I fucked her, you kissed her, she ripe for the taking
    I'm cookin' up drama and serving the bacon
    You knew that petty full-blooded Jamaican
    Need voodoo, kill bitch, I'm Haitian
    I'm Julio Foolio when we get to aimin'
    Why would I fuck you? Bitch, look at my bitch
    You came from guap, only one of us rich
    I cannot help you, you know what you did
    Cut off your hand, that's a slap on the wrist
    Can't clap for no nigga that's slappin' a bitch
    I'm laughin' at you 'cause yo' man in a ditch
    I hop in the booth and spit truth over clicks
    They mad at truth so they lying to kick it
    Ha, gimme that shit, nigga

    Oh, yeah, boy

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