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You recycle flows, "bringin baggies back!" While I smack you hoes, you and yo family wack. No stages yet, but my basement's packed, and you stand in front of the speaker, I bet yo face get smacked. You're a nuisance, no one asked you for your "two cents." No, Nina's nice but my flows a little rutheless. See my flow be runnin' fluid. Come and check, see how I do it. Throw a couple walls and the kid be runnin' through. "Ooo It's..." "It's the return of the K-I-D!" Infectious flows, call it H.I.V. And they callin' out "Oh Lord, why me?" While I smoke you hoes, no state I.D. Now I'm chilled in the cut, both feet up (feet up). Hoes talk smack, can't see just, "Gossip, Gossip" lowkey but, all of 'em broke, blow steam cunt!
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Go! Make dat cheese, yeah make it stack!
Now go, get dat money and bring it back!
I know where to find it, look where it's at!
Check my slang, what da midwest brang,
Cock back on the track let the beat go bang!
I got that Kanye, Wale, Lupe flow
That southern slang "go stupid" flow
Won't stop until they shoot me me flow
Cockin' back and shootin' hoes
And I flow heat, spit freestyles with no beats
My white friends say I'm "so neat"
Kickin' back on both feet. "woah, she"...
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