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Now, ain’t no motherfucker get a feature on this
Coz ain’t no motherfucker gettin’ crazy like this
Coz a motherfucking bitch ain’t get no fucking chances
Bitches gotta step their game up if they want spittin’ with Nick
But there ain’t no evidence that they can do it like this
Or a hit a hit so far up in the sky, no I never ever miss
Dick is swingin’ that way and I’ll send it spinnin’ this way
A fucking metaphor for my album, it is called Pinkspray
I was bumpin’ it just now, it’s bass makin’ my tits shake
Ain’t no superbass, this ain’t another mixtape
Only rap album everybody’s eyes is fixated on
Gonorrhea, I’m a shit on you, head on
This is that, this is that, I gets crazy, aw!
When I gets spitting, I gets crazy
Hanging on the Billboard, I gets lazy
I gets lessy when I gets lady
I’m serving you bitches, I gets gravy
Ying-yang, I gets love, I gets hate, me
I understand that I gets baby
Coz bitches wanna come under my name lately
But yeah I birth the kids, I gets eight, I gets eighty
Wait, let me check, I gets John, I gets Katy
Maybe I put on my I get shady
I gets slimming, I rhyme insanely
Shoot by like the stars, I get BOB, I gets Hayley
I’ma shoot, where the ISAB? In the booth, my drive gets crazy
Therefore my mic gets crazy, spit ’til your mind gets hazy, ugh!
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