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who the f-ck want war? fist raising you tryna settle the score
fake brand you beâ€…flashing,â€…look both ways,â€…watch your back for my -ss-ssin
h-lloâ€…baby ba boo, check the certificate, i'm training kung-fu
the bell has rung and you tardy, tryna match my style and you'll get there, hardly
my leftovers on a plate, we in the garden of evil and i'll con you like a snake
talk back or hold your tongue, time's up, baby, though i think you've had your fun
tryna rock them heels, walkman around and we laughing like seals
book it back to the country, falling off a wall, can't fix your humpty dumpty
and i'm so burnt out, entertainment keeps coming as you sit there and pout
cakeface b-tches just flossin', yearning through it all and i'm pigtail tossin'
deadline's over, you're late, back that -ss up and i'll serve it on a plate
and girl, my patience is waning, stumbled over words, i'm just sick of explaining
not with me when i'm vulnerable, add me like a charm and i can make your clique cultural
laughing at your upturned nose, sit your -ss down, pay attention to my pros
wear your ego on your sleeve? just your existence is my biggest pet peeve
i make you shake in your seat, throwin' up the white flag, make you admit defeat
is this enough material? faded from this world, hallucinate something ethereal
taste this ditch, it's exquisite, addicted to this dosage, gotta have it, what is it?
the bottle of screams of a child, rodeo bach has got your b-tch going wild
this goes out to all you b-tch -ss minkas
money [?], ashnikko!