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sh*tted on 'em
Man I just sh*tted on 'em
sh*tted on 'em
Put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em
sh*tted on 'em
Man I just sh*tted on 'em
sh*tted on 'em
Put your number two's in the air if you did it on 'em
All these b*tches is my sons
And I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em
A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em
If I had a di*k, I would pull it out and p*ss on 'em
Let me shake it off
I just signed a couple deals I might break you off
And we ain't making up I don't need a mediator
Just let them bums blow steam, radiator
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This stone is flawless F-1
I keep shooters up top in the F-1
A lot of bad b*tches beggin' me to eff one
But I'm a eat them rap b*tches when the chef come
Those some fresh one's
More talent in my mother f*ckin' left thumb
She ain't a Nicki fan then the b*tch deaf dumb
You ain't my son you my mother f*ckin' step-son
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All these b*tches is my sons
And I ain't talking 'bout Phoenix
b*tch I get money so I do's what I pleases
I live with the mother f*ckin' pools and the trees is
Broke b*tches so crusty (disgust me)
Gave the b*tch a ride got the Continental dusty
Trust me I keep a couple hundred in the duff' b
Couple wet wipes in case a bum try to touch me
I'm the terminator, b*tch talk slick I am have to terminate her
These little nappy headed hoes need a perminator
You my seed I spray you with the germinator
Move back bugs, matter fact you know the queen could use a back rub
If you could turn back time, Cher
You used the be here but now you gone Nair
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