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for his dinner. an' your the blue ribbon winner. m.c.t.f.d. better watch your ass. m.c.t.f.d. your father's makin' a pass. he asks you mom, an' she says

't signin' no checks like these My nigga, please, you ain't pushin' no wheels like these My nigga, please, you ain't holdin' no tecks like these My nigga, please, you don't

you back, in place I'm what you call a destructive warpath It'll be a shell shower in today's forecast You a gangsta? I can't tell You diamonds don't

, ay) I'm Fergalicious, t-t-t (Ay, ay, ay, ay) T, to the A, to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T, to the A, to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T, to the A, to

m from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get

that threatens me. I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope, takin' out a cop or two. They can' t fuck with me. The muthafuckin' killa that's mad with potential

Can't Understand my city's under siege F-a-c-e-M-o-b screamin 'cause i mean it Till these muthafuckas bury me 37-40 pull dat pistol packin gun slangin

'm slidin' in pass those, hoes Both eyes close, both arms froze, both charms rolls With the S O S O D E dot F Buyin' bottles, bottles, until there ain't none left I'm

off my wrist, yeah I'm a ball till I die, why? 'Cause I'm a Play B O Y Hey, pull up in a Benz, hoodie and my Timbs Hologram rims, a lot of Benjamin'