Me and my clique
Run thrugh the gutter breakin down shutter
As the beat goes, dun dun dun duda
Ain't nothing better than these favorite buttas
It's like freakin wit your lova tryin bust his rubba
Have him have him undercover like he thought he neva
How the hell a bitch like me become so celva
Yall wack MC's , y'all never never
Talkin hard as a cock but is light as a feather
Y'all suspect hoe's y'all suspect hoe's
Takin off your clothe y'all reject hoe's
Feel the rhythm, I'm bout to kill em
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, easy
Nigga Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, easy
Yall lil'
Tryin act bigga don't yall get the picture
Every freakin year I come wit something sicka
Fan's takin flick's wanna get my picture
Freak's only speak
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