Takin' Over This Year' Freestyle
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, I'm takin' over this year (2004, baby)
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, I'm takin' over this year
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch (this is my year, motherfuckers)
Bitch, bitch, I'm takin' over this year (that's 2004, baby)
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, I'm takin' over this year
Man, I'm puttin' it down for niggas
That know what I'm talkin' about
I don't really give a fuck who you are
Where you're from, what you do
What you've done, y'all boys better calm down
No I'm not a top dog
No I'm not a g-gangster
I'm a hustler with various hustles that's anxious
Like genuine, show y'all boys how to really grind
Y'all niggas don't know shit
I'm that chico that got tall, like, "Oh, shit"
"Did you hear what he say, did you hear what he did
Did you hear about that bad bitch he was with?"
Depends what day you seen me nigga
I know you really wanna be me, nigga
But my shoes are hard to fill, two baby mama's, a career
A life filled with drama, how would you feel?
My mother was raped and my father was lost in the dope game
That's why I'd kill a nigga if he fucked with my family with no shame
This a day, kinda day, kinda day thang
Where them boys, where them boys, off the chain-chain?
This a day, kinda day, kinda day thang
Where them boys, where them boys, off the chain-chain
Bitch, bitch, I'm takin' over this year (2004, baby)
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, I'm takin' over this year
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch (this is my year, motherfuckers)
Bitch, bitch, I'm takin' over this year (that's 2004, baby)
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, I'm takin' over this year
Man, I'm puttin' it down for niggas
That know what I'm talkin' about
I don't really give a fuck who you are
Where you're from, what you do
What you've done, y'all boys better calm down
No I'm not a top dog
No I'm not a g-gangster
I'm a hustler with various hustles that's anxious
Like genuine, show y'all boys how to really grind
Y'all niggas don't know shit
I'm that chico that got tall, like, "Oh, shit"
"Did you hear what he say, did you hear what he did
Did you hear about that bad bitch he was with?"
Depends what day you seen me nigga
I know you really wanna be me, nigga
But my shoes are hard to fill, two baby mama's, a career
A life filled with drama, how would you feel?
My mother was raped and my father was lost in the dope game
That's why I'd kill a nigga if he fucked with my family with no shame
This a day, kinda day, kinda day thang
Where them boys, where them boys, off the chain-chain?
This a day, kinda day, kinda day thang
Where them boys, where them boys, off the chain-chain
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