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Big Daddy Flash

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One, Two, Three, 456, Seven, Eight, Nine
Bitches on my motherfuckin' line
One, Two, Three, 456, Seven, Eight, Nine
Don't get lost, you'll get dropped on a dime
One, Two, Three, 456, Seven, Eight, Nine
Only opp in this bitch thats in his prime
One, Two, Three, 456, Seven, Eight, Nine
Don't need no friends, ain't shakin' hands bitch I'm fine
How many mics I gotta rip on a daily, huh
Say me, say many money
Say me, say many, many, many
Too many bitches on my line tryna get with me
I got them like, ooh, it's gettin' sticky
My rap's harder than pottery
Way better than the shit you niggas got for free
My shit jump off the shelves like hot commodities
Don't need your camaraderie, you niggas weird
So disappear
Poof
I'm in my cloak, a Harry Potter feat
I'll make any nigga who doubted, acknowledge me
You niggas literally like my kids, so don't talk to me
I need an apology for the shit you say
My mood stiffer than that dick shit that you niggas take
I've been the greatest since Slick Rick
Greatest since LL
Greatest since Kane, and on stage, I raise hell
Leave y'all in disbelief when I spit this heat, hell yeah Keep lackin
I knock shit out, Steve Blackman
They countin' like
One, Two, Three, 456, Seven, Eight, Nine
Bitches on my motherfuckin' line
One, Two, Three, 456, Seven, Eight, Nine
Don't get lost, you'll get dropped on a dime
One, Two, Three, 456, Seven, Eight, Nine
Only opp in this bitch thats in his prime
One, Two, Three, 456, Seven, Eight, Nine
Don't need no friends, ain't shakin' hands bitch I'm fine
Monkey see, monkey do
Is it me or is it you
Don't you know I'm not a fool, I'm not the one who finna lose
I think it's weird how people do
My mans done sold me out for a bitch, so tell me
How I'm supposed to trust in you
My own homeboys criticize, scrutinize, using lies and the truth disguised to make my character look bad
And now I ain't got a heart to lose I'm droppin' you and part confused cause all of you put stress on my shoulders like a book bag
But f*ck it
I get into the mix like it's cake batter
And yeah I got your shorty so what, don't think bout her
And yeah I know she love me, she gettin' my name tatted
Nicknamed the boy Graffiti, she love when my paint splatter
I'm twice as nice and cold as frozen snow I like to fight and throw them bows
My flows is cold, I like to write, but know it's on
When you bitch-ass niggas try steppin' on the throne
They're countin' like
One, Two, Three, 456, Seven, Eight, Nine
Bitches on my motherfuckin' line
One, Two, Three, 456, Seven, Eight, Nine
Don't get lost, you'll get dropped on a dime
One, Two, Three, 456, Seven, Eight, Nine
Only opp in this bitch thats in his prime
One, Two, Three, 456, Seven, Eight, Nine
Don't need no friends, ain't shakin' hands bitch I'm fine
Hold on, wait
Don't be talkin
Your shorty spendin' the night with me, won't be walkin
I'm bred to kill the pussy, the vets say it's in my pedigree
It's time to play the game and, boy, you better be ready, nigga

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