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Light Weight
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IP:
Aight... Everybody feel this shit...
32 and 6 this nigga think i'll flow intimidated//
Every verse he ever spit was stolen or premeditated//
Im fresh created, Battlin for the heavy weight title//
Puttin L.I. in his grave in this RB ghetto recital//
Throw a bridal, shower for this hoe cake, cuz he's a wife//
Straight addicted to these dicks you're fuckin swallowin for life//
You dont want strife, Like i said leave L.I. in his death bed//
You're LYRICALLY INEPT, ill leave the voters and the ref dead//(L.I.)
Cuz readin this is cancerous, hazardous to yo health//
Cuz i'm a killa in this rap game, read this and you'll kill yourself//
For ya'll who dont know inept means wrong in a foolish kind of way...
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