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Yuh, look, yuh
Mira [?] don't worry bout me, yo aqui
Count money my way [?]
[?] flow fea, after all these years I still go off then
Miss Snow still flows so cold, y'all hoes don't know no cut, no soften
You broads all fluff, no profit, pick your coffin, bitches [?]
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Don't let a slick mouth get ya, thinkin' you next up, that shit gon' get you fucked
[?] in the rap game it ain't a duda
When it's all-star games I suit up
When I got a little bit of time, ooh I
Come right back up in the booth and I do my little thing
Ain't shit changed but the jewels I
Got around my neck and the crew now
Cause a boss ain't got excusas

It's like every time I just be trying to mind my own business
and I don't got no beef with nobody
somebody always gotta pop up and havе something to say

I mean if you feeling froggy though
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If you feeling froggy leap thеn
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[?] the lies they feed them
Some of y'all hoes really whylin', tweakin', violence season
Coming up, I been calm and decent
Private beaches, sip an margarita on an island, weekend
Kicking it in the cut pero I been peepin', y'all hoes reachin'
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Ya'll hoes gotta be off the deep end
This Hip Hop and bitch y'all just leeches
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Que triste

I mean at the end of the day I'm really just sitting here making money on my own, like I don't really bother nobody
But if bitches wanna start something then we can start something

Cause if you feeling froggy though
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