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

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

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

[Chorus: Kim]

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

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the
Now putcha hands your mouth and holler out
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3: Bunky S.A.]
Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my ain't warm
Beatin' niggas close to death my house slippers on
You ain't a cocksucka, you a coward to front
Fuck project, your building got flowers in front
Every chick I with, OZ in the cunt
I was OT in Mass, pushin' flower for
gun powder, oughta put a haze on my blunt
I spit a hundred and bars when I'm blazin' 'em out
'Cause I can do with razor blades stuck in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' right on the couch
Any rap shit I ever barked on, to hot to
And my rims bigger than lower manholes
up for 2003 tan rover
Stash box hold guns like Afgan
Wanna 16, well we the niggas you call
Queen Bee and Kids, muthafuck all ya'll

[Verse 4:
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the name I in the streets
'Cause my bars so hot, it be the beats
Melt my pen, I have slugs your chin
When I throw you over the bridge, helpin' you swim
And you better wear a metal hat when you on stage
Or have my bullets like e-mail, packin' your
Or your face off like I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be five of ya'll, puttin' eight in grave
'Cause niggas think they hard, but 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 demand
And if I put you in the bag, your man is next
The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a (Beehive)

[Verse 5:
It's Goldie, the Advakid, put you to rest
I ride around two 38's tucked in my sweats
A pump in trunk and a nine the seat
Enough ammo to blow the earth from under your (Beehive)
And we got for killas like Hyde and Jeckyl
Snippers put red dots on your face freckles
Don't make me to reach for the lead
think the bullets was rain drops how they all hit your head
I'm that slim kid that say is probably hot
She only me 'cause of what she think I probably got
Am I gon' be with her for long, not
Unless you're cute and suck a like a lollipop
talk about guns and they just bust caps
Niggas talk aboit ki's whey they just packs
When it come to my money, suggest you that
'Cause you know bullets fly in like Petey Pab
(Beehive)

Now putcha hands around mouth and holler out
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