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push
c’mon she almost there push c’mon
c’mon c’mon push it’s almost there
one more time c’mon

c’mon push baby one more time
harder harder push harder
push push c’mon
one more time here it goes
i see the head
yeah c’mon
yeah
yeah
you did it baby yeah

the hibby, the hibby dibby hip hop and ya don’t stop
rock it out baby bubba, to the boogedy bang bang
the boogey to the boogedy beat
now what you hear is not a test, i’m rappin’, to the beat

god d-mnit voletta, what the f-ck are you doin’?
you can’t control that godd-mn boy? (what?)
i just saw mr. johnson, he told me he caught the motherf-cking boy shoplifting
what the f-ck are you doing?
you can’t control the guy, i don’t know what the f-ck to do with that boy
(what the f-ck do you want me to do?)
if if you can’t f-cking control that boy, i’ma send him
(all you f-cking do is b-tch at me)
b-tch, b-tch, i’ma send his motherf-ckin’ -ss to a group home godd-mnit, what?
i’ll smack the sh-t outta you b-tch, what, what the f-ck?
(kiss my black -ss motherf-cker)
you’re f-ckin’ up
(comin’ in here smelling like sour socks you dumb motherf-cker)

gizmo’s cuttin’, up for the
suckers that’s, down with me

what n-gg- you want to rob them motherf-ckin’ trains you crazy?
yes, yes, motherf-cker, motherf-ckin’ right, n-gg- yes
n-gg- what the f-ck n-gg-?
we gonna get
n-gg- it’s eighty-seven n-gg-, is you dead broke?
yeah n-gg- but, but
motherf-cker is you broke motherf-cker?
we need to get some motherf-ckin’ paper n-gg-
n-gg- it’s a train ain’t n-body robbed no motherf-ckin’ train
just listen man, your mother givin’ you money n-gg-?
my moms don’t give me sh-t n-gg-, it’s time to get paid n-gg-
is you wit me? motherf-cker is you wit me?
yeah i’m wit you n-gg- c’mon
alright then n-gg- lets make it happen then
all you motherf-ckers get on the f-ckin’ floor
get on the motherf-ckin’ floor
chill, give me all your motherf-ckin’ money
and don’t move n-gg-
i want the f-ckin’ jewelry
give me every f-ckin’ thing
n-gg- i’d shut the f-ck up or i’ma blow your motherf-ckin’ brains out
shut the f-ck up b-tch, give me your f-ckin’ money motherf-cker
f-ck you b-tch, get up off that sh-t
what the f-ck you holdin’ on to that sh-t for b-tch?

open c74, smalls
mr. smalls, let me walk you to the door
so how does it feel leavin’ us?
c’mon man, what kind of f-ckin’ question is that man?
tryin’ to get the f-ck up out this joint dog
yeah, yeah, you’ll be back
you n-gg-w always are
go head man, what the f-ck is you hollerin’ about?
you won’t see me up in this motherf-cker no more
we’ll see
i got big plans n-gg-, big plans

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