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Six, what the fuck?
$1000 pants, gotta watch where I dump my ashes
Got a bitch that cook like Kaya, and a bitch wanna check need cashin'
If she talk too much then I pay it for'em, I'ma just rip off her lashes
Green people and burnt faces, I don seen greener grasses
Cookie cutter, muzzle on the stick to help expel the gases
And you thought Lil B was through? You know I'm on y'all asses
Just watch y'all tone, you'll be the first one to get a rock or casket
Just watch me cook and close y'all mouth, that hot shit comin' in batches
If she stay down long enough I'll fly to Calabasas
It's that slow shit I can't stand this bitch move like molasses
Tried to book the fight and he got bent so he more like the nasty
Hella paper in my pocket but I pay with plastic
Cheapskate I might fuck a dime on an inflated mattress
Told this bitch to act her age and now she think she a actress
Talk too much like Jimmy, you need a EMMY, just for all that acting
But his briefcase too important, got too many latches
I can tell that's not a cat just by the way it snatches
He done use his brain, crack the egg before it hatches
Just give me yo social, I bet I'ma hit yo taxes
All he heard was a crescendo, soon as the heart relaxes
I'ma have Lil' Kel just take yo card and swipe it till it maxes
And by the time he done, still in school catching all his classes
He'll think I'ma teacher the way I rock these Gucci glasses
He ain't never up the scope, or he the king of passes
I'm getting love, all of a sudden, let's see how long it lasts
308, take down two bears, we don't carry axes
Using celery instead of my blades, I don't wanna use no matches
Thought this nigga was hot, he starving, he ain't even got no rashes
Soon as he says something wrong, I'ma twist her lips, don't talk about my passion
Turn Celine to Kanye clothes, don't talk about my fashion
Most of these hoes just be dick-dock, don't talk about my rapping
I might hit the curb in traffic, I had to turn the traffic