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Motherfucker
I'm the what I'm the I'm the who I'm the yeah
I'm the I'm the I'm the I'm the what
I'm the I'm the who
motherfucker I'm the shit yeah
I'm the I'm the I'm the I'm the what
I'm the I'm the who motherfucker I'm the shit yeah
Don't get it twisted now listen I spit it raw cause I'm gifted
I'm from the streets of 7 Kelly yeah
Where you minding I'm missing
We smok
ing on that bomb waiting
I blunt sweat like palm traders
Get the money on a daily
Someone's looked at my palm blaze
Uh oh here we go down is on a sick one
Haters in the crowds over now homie get some
Shit's done I'm a big gun
You like DMC bitch yeah but I
have to run
No fun when I run through it and gassing
No stress in my intentions
Southside when I run I move up
But the problem is
Blessing, battle tested, no questions, don't ask me shit about shit, what's on the pool
Bitch, when they see me, better see me with a full clip, bust quick, ain't shit without
Your homeboys, talking loud but you ain't making no noise, just a boy, you fucking with
A grown man, I'm a man that'll slap you with a grown hand, blown family, I'm try
ing to
Be the snowman, hit on that, only with a boy you can't fuck, I'm the, I'm the what, I'm
The, I'm the who, I'm the shhh, I'm the, I'm the, I'm the what, I'm the, I'm the who,
I'm the shit, yeah, I'm the, I'm the, I'm the, I'm the what, I'm the, I'm t
he motherfucker,
I'm the shit, yeah, I'm the, I'm the, I'm the, I'm the what, I'm the, I'm the who motherfucker,
I'm the shit, yeah
L to the A to the D to the Y, D
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I
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C
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E, I'm so fly, I play stick rules, don't even apply,
I spit fire on a track and I don't
even try, sick fuzzy, brows on fleek, and I'm not really
Caring what you think, lady dice, still don't strip, been rapping two years, you think I've
Made it this year, every time I get up on the mic, everybody acting like I'm the next
Best, I'm the yeah
An
d he never be the same, but you get me in your sights
And I'm never gonna stop until I see my name in lights
And I walk up in the studio and kill him on the mic
And I'm walking past your man and he break his neck like
It's not my fault that he see what he
like
Don't worry girl, he ain't my type
The fire that I spit is ice cold
Oh, I'm sorry
Was that too bold?
Call me Midas, everything I touch
Turn to gold
And you wanna know why?
I'm the, I'm the
I'm the what?
I'm the I'm the what?
I'm the shhh
I'm the
I'm
the what?
I'm the I'm the who?
I'm the shhh
I'm the I'm the I'm the wha?
I'm the I'm the who?
Mothafuckaaaa I'm the shhh
I'm the I'm the I'm the what?
I'm the I'm the who?
Mothafuckaaaa
I'm the shhhh
You know my beats don't attract no
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b's like that
Spit re
al shit, can't see my fans?
Have you peaked my plans you my pace?
30 people can't you see my face?
Walkin' through the yard with steel knives
Comin' for the city where the steel lies
With real lives, real lives, the real lives
Baby right here got thick thi
ghs, gotta go hard in the pink right now
That booty motherfucker brand like, with a mic like, lady that's like
City of the city, how you like me now? I knock the crowd, we stay so lit
Dubs go up when they hear me spit
I'm down a motherfucker, and I'm the m
otherfuckin' shit, yeah
Written by:
GARY EUGENE FRANKS, JOHN D WILLIAMS
Publisher:
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