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No competition this my round
Hit in your face you go black out
Bullets go straight down
This town don't talk we in lockdown
Talk to the Goat now

the moment hurt romantically, grasping in the dark, like
shadows of the moon 
on the back 
of the car seat 
where she sat once. 
It's not that bad but I know I

spending on Italian cars, and tricking on Italian broads
So tell me is the battle lost, open my palm but the psychic read my battle scars

Chorus:
Why does

Aren't you a bitch?
Aren't you a hoe?
Aren't you a snitch?
Aren't you a bitch?
Aren't you a bitch?
Aren't you?
Got a brand new car it's orange
Fuck that

Aye aye
She’s a pop star
She don’t really drink but she pop bars
We just made love in a cop car aye
But there’s no love in it for a rockstar
Got me

gave the wheel a big old spin
On the final round I hit 10,000
and solved the puzzle with the letter "N"
I made a fool out of the competition
There that

kick back and kick up rhymes
So I'm in the studio for studio time, yeah
Sit down, shut up and eat, It's the
Italian Stallion with a sweet little treat,

pussies on my leg
In the car
Bumping Wu-Tang
Better protect ya neck
Protect ya neck ho
She on me, can't let go
Italian shawty
Drunk calling me
She love

the Heights i was living with my mom Had a cop car perched in the front yard
Bottle a pills make a tuffy fall hard
You be surprise how they get hype
A long time

taught drop harder
Be the kid and drop cars where the girls will
Give you brain and even catch the smart water
And I ain't even stressing y'all father
When

the kid
My competition is myself so it's myself I'm getting rid
Throw confetti in the air we celebrate the years we struggled
Fore I'm going on the stage we