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Fuck the jakes, fuck the fakes Bitch, I feel like Kobe, fade away Bitch, I'm sick, I'm poppin' Percs to the face Put that Glock to your face, leave you brainless Bitch, I'm goin' M.I.A., paper planes I'm takin' shots after shot, I got good aim I got a shot right in his head, he in the frame I done shot an opp in the leg he need a cane All these pussy niggas sweet, candy cane Nigga keep talkin', we gon' tie him up and dump him on them train tracks Yeah, a whole lot of racks, a whole lot of gats Yeah, my Scat got that horsepower, we can't be tamed Remеmber back then I was in the kitchеn, had to whip the grain up Feel like Kill Bill with this mask, bitch, this a stick up Don't nobody want your chump change, we want them big bucks Backwood rollin' up, we sippin' syrup, shit, I'm stuck Don't you hear them sirens? Oh fuck [?] to all of my old hoes just to see what's up She like, "MAJ, goddamn nigga, you too much" She keep on talkin' so damn loud, I'm like, "Hoe, shut the fuck up" Fuck the jakes, fuck the fakes Bitch, I feel like Kobe, fade away Bitch, I'm sick, I'm poppin' Percs to the face Put that Glock to your face, leave you brainless Bitch, I'm goin' M.I.A., paper planes I'm takin' shots after shot, I got good aim I got a shot right in his head, he in the frame I done shot an opp in the leg he need a cane From Letras Mania