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No time for the beef cause I'm running a check
They thought I was sweet got my foot on they neck
I'm the best in the game but they say I'm up next
Always had the best spill always knew how to dress
In the stu up all night cause I'm trying' a get rich
Tryin' a run up a mill bitches all in my mix
No time for these niggas I ain't finna' stress
If you throw me the ball I'm a beat every press
If you thinking bout robbing you thinking bout death
He wanted to fuck the first time we met
But i told him no sir niggas better fall back
Cause I gotta' AR and my sis gotta' tech
Can't come to my league sis you ball like the rec
Got hoes on standby and I'm pushing' eject
Ain't come for no games what the fuck you expect
Tired of broke niggas book me for a check

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Hoes this ain't checkers you ain't finna' check me
If I wanted you dead I'll do it directly
I don't want yo nigga he do not affect me
Don't need your help got this mac to protect me
I hooped on ya ass it would be the jelly
Don't got the addy PO just to mail me
Walk in the airport I know you can smell me
I know I be fly hoe you ain't gotta' tell me
Me and my sis we coming' to heavy
I dress to kill my swag is too deadly
Don't fuck with bitches they style is too messy
We setting shit off like we Boosie & Webbie
I ball like a maverick nickname should be Terry
Big Tom on ya ass have you running' like Jerry
Don't play me like Ferb have you missin' like Perry
These bitches be goofy in person they scary bitch

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Writer(s): T'ona Edwards
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