All this ice I got on got your b#tch sea-sick
Damn her p#ss# good, and her head decent
Chillin with the bro-nem, bout to f#ck you ho-nem
Anti-f#ck n#gg#, f#ck n#gg#, get from ’round me
These n#gg#s b#tches, they soft, they mixed with downy
Where’s the ring leader? They’re doing all this clownin
They look at me flexin, finessing, and when I look up at them, they frownin
A bunch a lil b#tches, exactly how them f#ck n#gg#s be sounding
How the f#ck did you become a f#ck n#gg#?
Used to be my man, now you a f#ck n#gg#
My b#tch just f#ck girls, she don’t f#ck n#gg#s
I just bought more guns, for the f#ck n#gg#s
I be with the killas and the drug dealers
You be with the goofys and the f#ck n#gg#s
Heard them f#ck boys workin, got me suspicious
On the stand telling, you a f#ck n#gg#
With your b#tch and her friend, “I woke up like this”
Slide up on you lackin. 2Pac and Chris
Always got that dough, like I’m a drug dealer
If we ain’t f#ckin with you, you a f#ck n#gg#
I think I’m allergic to these f#ck n#gg#s
Tell me what’s the purpose of these f#ck n#gg#s?
Nina know they p#ss#, she say f#ck n#gg#s
So what you my blood? You still a f#ck n#gg#
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