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Story behind the song
Beat: DTP
Lyrics
Awww sh** . Here come(s) a chick spittin that venom.
Boss sh** . Takin a pause. Back to get wit 'em
It's all written. Listen. I'm on a mission again.
They ain't f*** in wit Jen. Should I spit it again?
'Bout to be summertime. Can't pack no heat
but it's no dreamland on the techno street.
It's a black-owned business. (A) sista gotta eat.
(I) look innocent, sweet, but I'm jackin for beats.
No more freebies. You can get deez nuts.
My blunt's burnin slow. You can sniff deez butts.
You dissin' me is a pick me up so the
plan went through your fingers like a frisbee.
*cut*
Who the f*** want what? This (is) a Detroit thang
from the cars posted up to the beachfront bang.
Peace to Bone Thugs. It's from whence they came but
I steal spotlights in Cleveland like new King James.
I'm from the Motor City. Everybody wanna be.
Pistons claim the D from 40 minutes up the street.
If it please the court and you in Indy get offended
Your season ended cuz dude threw a cup at me...
But it did not reach. Now stay in the stands sir.
Get back to your seat. Don't play with the fans sir.
Just get with the fact that I'm spittin that cancer.
You need Oral-B brushups. Honest answer.
Sorry, fake MF's (as) real as Barbie and Ken
Gettin pardoned again because they're sorry again
This girl Ru done went retarded again.
If you ain't want it wit me, shouldn'ta started it then.
I'm from the heart of Michigan. How good is the
clit-lickin? Party wit loops frutier than Sam Toucan.
I don't make 'em say "O," I make 'em squeal like *Uhh*
If Rubix can't do it then dammit, who can?
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