Lirik

Fuck your degree I'm making 800 And spitting in C's These pussies confronted I'm just a disease Killing my opponents I don't give a fuck what you say You're a rodent Aimin' at his stomach and I turn him to a donut If I'm gettin' money, I'ma get a smile sewn in Cut to the chase, I'm the one with the cheddar Put him in a maze, he ain't know any better Kill Dyll on a killing spree I'm in too deep You really wanna talk to me Get lost BC I'm sick of all you gossipy Lip glossing BS, apostrophes Flipped back making commas out you constantly Fuck, fuck, fuck life Fuck, fuck, fuck life Fuck, fuck, fuck life Fuck, fuck, fuck Uh, XTAHC, the death of me Will prolly be the best day for my enemy I'm planning B Like a nigga during pregnancy Soprano C When a nigga mom is screaming please You R-I-P-E Don't forget to eat Dumb nigga fruit done fell off the tree Gun bullet shoot right his artery Now pardon me Yeah! Hit em' with a 3.1415 If you understand, I ain't talkin' bout pi Pull out my blade and then hit in his eye You got a problem? Let's take it outside I don't wanna hear ya, ain't got time for your bullshit After I hit you, I empty a full clip Nothing even matters, I say a bunch of rude shit You wanna shoot me, then nigga, come do it Fuck, fuck, fuck life Fuck, fuck, fuck life Fuck, fuck, fuck life Fuck, fuck, fuck life Fuck, fuck, fuck life Fuck, fuck, fuck life Fuck, fuck, fuck life Fuck, fuck, fuck Hey! Where did the music go? Put it back Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fuck, fuck, fuck life Fuck, fuck, fuck life Fuck, fuck, fuck life Fuck, fuck, fuck life Fuck, fuck, fuck life Fuck, fuck, fuck life Fuck, fuck, fuck life Fuck, fuck, fuck life
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