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Hey, I can be the answer I'm ready to dance when the amp up And when I hit that dip, get your camera You could see I been that b*tch since the Pamper And that I am that young sis, the beacon The b*tch who wants to compete and I could freak a 'fit, that pump with the peep and You know what your b*tch become when her weave in I just wanna sip that punch with your peeps and Sit in that lunch if you're treatin' Kick it with ya b*tch who come from Parisian She know where I get mine from, end of season Now she wanna lick my plum in the evening And fit that ton-tongue d-deep in I guess that c*** getting eaten I guess that c*** getting eaten I guess that c*** getting eaten I guess that c*** getting eaten I guess that c*** getting eaten I was in the 212 On the uptown A, n*gga you know what's up or don't you? Word to who made ya I'm a rude b*tch, n*gga, what are you made up of? I'ma eat ya food up, boo I could bust your 8, I'ma do one too, f*ck ya gon' do? I want you to make bucks, I'm a look-right n*gga, bet ya do want to f*ck, F*ck him like ya do want to cum You're gay to get discovered in my two-one-deuce C***-a-licking in the water by the blue bayou Caught the warm goo in your doo-rag too, son? N*gga you're a Kool-Aid dude Plus your b*tch might lick it, wonder who let you come to one-two With ya doo-doo crew son, f*ck are you into, huh? N****s better oooh-run-run You could get shot, homie, if ya do want to Put ya guns up, tell your crew don't front I'm a hoodlum n*gga, you know you were too once B*tch I'm 'bout to blew up too I'm the one today, I'm the new sh*t, boo, young Rapunzel Who are you, b*tch, new lunch? I'ma ruin you, c*** I'ma ruin you, c*** I'ma ruin you, c*** I'ma ruin you, c*** Ayo (ayo), I heard you're riding with the same tall, tall tale Telling them you made some (made some) Saying you're grinding but you ain't going nowhere Why you procrastinate girl? (-nate girl) You got a lot, but you just waste all yourself They'll forget your name soon (name soon) And won't nobody be to blame but yourself, yeah What you gon' do when I appear? W-when-when I premiere? B*tch, the end of your lives are near This sh*t been mine, mine What you gon' do when I appear? W-when-when I premiere? B*tch, the end of your lives are near This sh*t been mine, mine B*tch, I'm in the 212 With the fifth c***ed n*gga, it's the two-one-zoo F*ck you gon' do, when your goon sprayed up? Bet his b*tch won't get him, betcha you won't do much See, even if you do want to bust Your b*tch'll get you cut and touch you crew up too, Pop You're playing with your butter like your boo won't chew c*** The gun, too - where you do eat poon, hon? I'm f*cking with you, cutie-q What's your d*ck like homie, what are you into, what's the run, dude? Where do you wake up? Tell your b*tch keep hating, I'm the new one too, huh? See, I remember you when you were The young new face, but you do like to slumber, don't you? Now your boo up too, hon I'ma ruin you c*** What you gon' do when I appear? W-when-when I premiere? B*tch, the end of your lives are near This sh*t been mine, mine What you gon' do when I appear? W-when-when I premiere? B*tch, the end of your lives are near This sh*t been mine, mine