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Fuckin',
Fuckin',
Fuckin',
with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy

[Verse" 1 Kim]
Ms. White, that bitch a thousand looks
through with a thousand crooks
I just know what it takes to get this like Blow
Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear Pablo
Ya'll niggas think I won't in the heap
let's dance, you lames are finished
I serve all cowards like a game of tennis
Act like you want some of this and give you the business
You see the yellow and black, you know it's about
Wrinkled assed gets ironed, to straighten you out
I got in the east, thugs in the south
That'll stick with the and whip piss in your mouth
I kept 'em on a and now it's time to let 'em out
pray to Jehovah, the game is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, underestimate
Kim the postergirl at 718
Ride outta town with my nigga, holdin' his
After cooked, chopped in eights the size of plates
You bitches ain't been through shit, you minors
What you know about stuffin' half a bricks in vagina
the dick licker, it's the baby sipper
Ain't a alive can make a nigga cum quicker
Baby pussy get wetter than a shower cap
Got my mans back like a Jansport
And Bee gon' bring you nothin' but heat
is lookin' for me for killin' these beats
You in the wrong department, this the section
You is startin' to irritate me like a yeast infection
Good heavens, get the Monostat 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why
The boss lady, I hold it for my badies
Rappers run and hide 'cause here comes the Beehive

2: Reeks]
It's your boy, Money Cash, I get in the streets
Breathin' dro colored Benz's with colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin' the
Nigga jump off, then get pumped off feet
I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant numbers
I'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil with the
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' tech
Then 32 shots, our throwback's like Mitchell and Ness
Man, I'm a project nigga, still on the steps
And keep the brim on my fitted a twist to the left
I the block, fifth in my sweats, reppin' my set
Rossie from the pharmacy, get it correct

[Chorus: Lil'

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Fuckin',
Fuckin' with the Teflon from the Stuy
with the Tef-Teflon bitch

Fuckin' the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Now putcha hands around your mouth and out
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[Verse 3: S.A.]
Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns warm
Beatin' niggas close to death with my slippers on
You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a to front
Fuck your project, building got flowers in front
chick I roll with, OZ in the cunt
I was OT in Mass, flower for months
Sprinklin' gun powder, put a haze on my blunt
I a hundred and fifty bars when I'm blazin' 'em out
'Cause I can do that with razor blades in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty on the couch
Any rap shit I barked on, to hot to handle
And my rims bigger than lower Manhattan
up for 2003 tan rover
Stash box hold guns like Afgan
Wanna murda 16, we the niggas you call
Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all ya'll

[Verse 4:
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the I earned in the streets
'Cause my bars so hot, it be the beats
my pen, I have slugs meltin' your chin
When I throw you the bridge, they helpin' you swim
And you wear a metal hat when you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like e-mail, your waves
Or your face off like I'm Nicolas Cage
And it be five of ya'll, puttin' eight in your grave
'Cause niggas think hard, but they softer than bread
When them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up
The next step is to off you,
I'ma cut fuckin' head off and have Kim auction your head (Beehive)
See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for
Even if I know you, I respect
And if I put you in the body bag, man is next
The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' the game in a mess (Beehive)

[Verse 5:
young Goldie, the Advakid, put you to rest
I ride around with two tucked in my sweats
A in trunk and a nine under the seat
Enough ammo to blow the from under your feet (Beehive)
And we got cake for killas like and Jeckyl
Snippers put red dots on your face freckles
Don't make me have to reach for the
You'll think the bullets was rain drops how they all hit your
I'm that slim kid that they say is hot
She only with me of what she think I probably got
Am I be with her for long, probably not
Unless you're cute and a dick like a lollipop
Niggas talk about guns and just bust caps
Niggas talk aboit ki's whey they just packs
it come to my money, suggest you gimmie that
'Cause you know fly in pairs like Petey Pab
(Beehive)

Now putcha hands around your mouth and out
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