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Ichi, ni, san, shi
None of y'all bitches
Can fuck with me
Omaera bitchi-domo wa
Dare mo ore to ya renai
Ichi, ni, san, shi
None of y'all bitches
Can fuck with me
Yeah, can't fuck with me
Yeah, can't fuck with me
Modern day geisha
Roots from Asia
Mixed like fried rice
And Japanese seven spice
And slanted eyes
But I can still see
Can still see
How you jealous ass hoes
Be watching me
Get your own man
'Cause you ain't even
In mine's thoughts
Got his eggroll
Dipped in my soy sauce
And I read your little
Fortune cookie
It said none of y'all hoes
Could ever be me
Ichi, ni, san, shi
None of y'all bitches
Can fuck with me
Yeah, can't fuck with me
Yeah, can't fuck with me
Ichi, ni, san, shi
None of y'all bitches
Can fuck with me
Yeah, can't fuck with me
Yeah, can't fuck with me
Yeah I'm rolling
On a loose leaf
Flow so hard
I could probably
Make a mute speak
And I'm coming
With new heat
Sipping on saki
With the ginseng root tea
So don't be coming
At me loosely
Keep fucking around
You gone end up
With loose teeth
'Cause I'm about to hit him
With a two piece
Knocking niggas out
Might as well
Call me Bruce Lee
Ichi, ni, san, shi
None of y'all bitches
Can fuck with me
Yeah, can't fuck with me
Yeah, can't fuck with me
Ichi, ni, san, shi
None of y'all bitches