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Light Weight
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IP:
fuck i been waitin for you to check in... here it is...
Follow Up is gay, thinkin he sick, tryin to forge me//
Cuz his styles hella pussy like a straight cliteral orgy//
The floor be, shakin yo foundation and you flakin'//
Like the crust of apple pie, you crumblin' and you breakin//
You're foldin' under my power like i threw a hook//
But i'm throwin lyrical punches still leavin this nigga shook//
To the core b, jus drop yo shit now cuz its mandatory//
Drop your shit, or jus bitch out either way i'll get the glory//
Fuck beatin arounf the bush, i'll drop my shit and make it personal//
ANd murder you and every fagot line you claimin in yo arsenal//
This aint partial, this is a full fledged lyrical murderin//
To you niggas who i eat like snacks in bitch slapped im jus orderin//(Orederin my meal)
My styles untouchable now, matter of fact call it intangible//
So if you dont respond to this i guess its understandible//
My flows is flammable, cuz i'll burn you i'm the cook//
Put this hoe cake in the oven, over cook this little rook//(Little rookie)
aight homey its on you...
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