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Şarkı Sözleri You fat ass pudgy muthafucka Yeah, what's up now nigga? You ain't no muthafuckin' [Incomprehensible] How you gon' start some shit with the shit starter? Knew you was a bitch first time I saw ya Walkin' around sucking on everybody dick Trying to get a deal but your record sound straight like shit You was lucky to be signed with Jive They dropped your ass when your record stopped at one-thirty-five So next time you come at me nigga, best come clean Have ya ass using blood for Listerine So Mister CB-4 plastic gangsta ass nigga Heard you wanna squab with the clip and the trigga Gangsta murderer, gangsta villain gangsta killa I loc up and put a slug in ya nigga, what Bootsie as fuck and don't nobody record company want ya You know, you done fucked up, don't you? You know, you done fucked up, don't you? You know, you done fucked up, don't you? You know, you done fucked up, don't you? Run nigga, run, you can run nigga run but I'mma catch ya, you know I had to gat ya, leave your body stiff like a statue, wet ya, get ya, hit ya Bitcha split your ass down the middle like a swisha Sweet ass nigga talkin' shit, I'll shake your ass like a pit, yeah I'm in love with this rap shit, it's all good But bring your ass down to Spiggity One neighborhood Like Messy Marvin leave a mess As my AK chop that beef off yo muthafuckin' chest Bootsie as fuck and don't nobody record label want ya You know, you done fucked up, don't you? You know, you done fucked up, don't you? You know, you done fucked up, don't you? You know, you done fucked up, don't you? You know, you done fucked up, don't you? You know, you done fucked up, don't you? You gon' be wearin' ya ass for a hat 'Cause I'mma shoot ya dick out yo ass crack Nigga, ya fuckin' with tha straight up gangsta mack Piggity muthafuckin' pop, pop, pop Keep talking that punk ass shit and you won't live to see yo album drop All ya songs is rinky dinky Just a fat ass nigga, who had one too many twinkies And I'mma watch that belly explode When I catch you in the street, unload the four-five and reload Bend over and the hoes will laugh 'Cause you show a big fat stanky crack in that ass Bootsie as fuck and don't nobody record company want ya You know, you done fucked up, don't you? Listen here you little bitch made muthafucka I'm gonna ask you some simple questions And I want some simple motherfuckin' answers Now you said you was a Jive artist, is that true? (Well man) Yeah, I was a Jive artist you know, and I, I was signed to them, but uh, uh Is you or ain't you a Jive artist? I know, you know, I don't really don't know I, I was, I am one, yeah Well motherfucker let me ask you this here Like I said simple questions, simple answers Now you said you sold five-hundred thousand units I sold, I sold somethin' like that you know Five-hundred? No, I Four-hundred thousand? Some Two-hundred thousand? A little bit One-hundred thousand? A little bit more than that, man You know what I mean, talkin' that shit You know, you done fucked up, don't you?