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Flyweight
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IP:
Nigga talk shit then you bout to meet my pistol. If you aint heard nigga I break the Judical system./
You pussy so we know that you softer than a pop tart. Can't rap so join Ms. Spears on the pop charts./
You got a soft heart, that gutter can rip to pieces. Got about as much rank as a fucking dog's phecisis./(Dog Shit)
I'm from the gutter but you the one who sleeping with rats. I'm in the black skull cap, treat you like an alley cat./
I'm in the maybach benz but you pushing your bike. And I'm the one who judging you I give you 20 to life./
And I aint that nice, but my shit be clean. Thinking you beating me guess again like jeans./
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