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W-w-who the fuck that you feeling like
Iffy on a bitch, just because she ain't feeling right
ever think you better than me, bitch you ain't too fucking bright
You coming with some bullshit, get the fuck up out my sight
People always fucking tripping, man I fucking swear
I ain't Never trip over no shit, got no time to spare
You a waste of a life, all you doin is just sucking air
I'm always gone be better, yeah it's really not so fucking fair
Th-th-thirty six on these Rick jeans, I fucking own it
Y-y-you ain't ready for the big leagues, you fucking show it
A-a-asking bout some mixed drinks, let's fucking pour it
P-p-pass the fucking rock, know ima score it
Smoking on this pack, c-c-coma shit
Working on the low, so you really just ain't notice it
I stay in the game, so of course ima know this shit
tryna slide thru but first, yeah she gotta blow this shit
W-w-who the fuck that you feeling like
Yeah I'm Iffy on a bitch, because she ain't feeling right
ever think you better than me, bitch you ain't too fucking bright
You coming with some bullshit, get the fuck up out my sight
Yeah, yeah
People always fucking tripping, man I fucking swear
I ain't Never trip over no shit, got no time to spare
You a waste of a life, all you doin is just sucking air
I'm always gone be better, yeah it's really not so fucking fair
Money make the world go round, c-c-cash kills
We just feins for the shit, c-c-cash pills
Know my talkin cost money, cause I got grills
And I just Dropped my fucking blunt, I said gas spills (fuck)