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(yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
(You
know,
I
got
this
fat
bitch
front
of
me
right
now.)
(I
got
2 fat
bitches,
actually)
I
don't
care
about
your
stature
Bullets
get
to
clapping
Geeked
up
off
my
mind,
but
im
with
you
relaxing
She
gon'
match
the
fit
if
She
gon'
match
the
vibe
im
having
She
gon'
miss
the
kid
cuz
I
know
she
want
summer-action
(huh)
Bitches
fainting
Woke
up
in
your
dream,
im
your
favourite
painting
Bills
blue,
and
my
pockets
fat,
think
they
need
more
training
Run
outside,
or
you
can
run
your
mouth
Same
thing,
different
paper
Different
day,
different
draft
season
Im
your
molly
reaper
Yeah
25
the
hill
20k
my
wrist
(huh)
When
i
walk
outside
i
swear
im
paranoid
as
shit
Had
this
one
bitch
in
the
past,
she
told
me
take
a
risk
Looked
my
mama
in
the
eye
and
told
her
i'm
gon'
make,
stay
repelling
Oh
my
god
She
look
like
a
queen
She
look
like
my
baby
Step
up
in
this
bitch,
im
high
as
fuck
Feel
the
oven
baked
me
How
the
fuck
you
fell
in
love
with
a
thot?
She
gon
fucking
use
you
If
the
messenger
don't
come
in
hot,
im
gon'
fucking
shoot
(woah)
He
say
he
know
me,
but
bro
i
don't
know
Choppa
horny-killing
Shoot
that
bitch
like
it's
a
porno
I
don't
know
how
i
just
reached
this
life,
I
love
it
50
for
her
bag
but
im
thumbing
through
these
hunnas'
I
don't
care
about
your
stature
Bullets
get
to
clapping
Geeked
up
off
my
mind,
but
im
with
you
relaxing
She
gon'
match
the
fit
if
She
gon'
match
the
vibe
im
having
She
gon'
miss
the
kid
cuz
I
know
she
want
summer-action
(huh)
Bitches
fainting
Woke
up
in
your
dream,
im
your
favourite
painting
Bills
blue,
and
my
pockets
fat,
think
they
need
more
training
Run
outside,
or
you
can
run
your
mouth
Same
thing,
different
paper
Different
day,
different
draft
season
Im
your
molly
reaper
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