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

[Verse" 1 Kim]
Ms. White, that bitch with a thousand
through with a thousand crooks
I just know what it to get this money like Blow
a body, get a face lift, disappear like Pablo
Ya'll niggas I won't jump in the heap
Well let's dance, you are finished
I serve all ya'll like a game of tennis
Act like you want some of and I'll give you the business
You see the and black, you know what it's about
Wrinkled assed niggas gets ironed, to you out
I got in the east, thugs in the south
That'll with the aisly and whip piss in your mouth
I 'em on a leash and now it's time to let 'em out
Better pray to Jehovah, the game is
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever
Lil' Kim the at 718
Ride outta town my nigga, holdin' his weight
After it's cooked, in eights the size of plates
You bitches ain't been shit, you just minors
What you know about stuffin' half a bricks in your
the dick licker, it's the baby sipper
Ain't a alive can make a nigga cum quicker
girl's pussy get wetter than a shower cap
Got my mans back like a napsack
And Queen Bee gon' bring you nothin' but
Homicide is lookin' for me for killin' beats
You in the department, this the upperclass section
You hoes is startin' to irritate me a yeast infection
Good heavens, somebody get the 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why
The boss lady, I it down for my badies
Rappers better run and 'cause here comes the Beehive

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

[Chorus: Lil'

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

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

[Verse 4:
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the name I earned in the
my bars so hot, it be burnin' the beats
Melt my pen, I slugs meltin' your chin
When I throw you over the bridge, they helpin' you
And you better wear a metal hat when you rappin' on
Or have my bullets like e-mail, packin' waves
Or your face off like I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be five of ya'll, puttin' eight in your
'Cause niggas think they hard, but they softer than
them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead
The next step is to off you,
I'ma cut your fuckin' off and have Kim auction your head (Beehive)
See the kid rap for love, I rap for cheques
if I know you, I demand respect
And if I put you in the bag, your man is next
The and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a mess (Beehive)

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

Now hands around your mouth and holler out
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