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sh**ted on 'em
Man I just sh**ted on 'em
sh**ted on 'em
Put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em
sh**ted on 'em
Man I just sh**ted on 'em
sh**ted on 'em
Put your number two's in the air if you did it on 'em
All these b**hes is my sons
And I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em
A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em
If I had a dick, I would pull it out and piss on 'em
Let me shake it off
I just signed a couple deals I might break you off
And we ain't making up I don't need a mediator
Just let them bums blow steam, radiator
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This stone is flawless F-1
I keep shooters up top in the F-1
A lot of bad b**hes beggin' me to eff one
But I'm a eat them rap b**hes when the chef come
Those some fresh one's
More talent in my mother f**in' left thumb
She ain't a Nicki fan then the b**h deaf dumb
You ain't my son you my mother f**in' step-son
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All these b**hes is my sons
And I ain't talking 'bout Phoenix
b**h I get money so I do's what I pleases
I live with the mother f**in' pools and the trees is
Broke b**hes so crusty (disgust me)
Gave the b**h a ride got the Continental dusty
Trust me I keep a couple hundred in the duff' b
Couple wet wipes in case a bum try to touch me
I'm the terminator, b**h talk slick I am have to terminate her
These little nappy headed hoes need a perminator
You my seed I spray you with the germinator
Move back bugs, matter fact you know the queen could use a back rub
If you could turn back time, Cher
You used the be here but now you gone Nair
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