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those mongrel sketchy boys out there
come too close gettin in my hair
yeah yeah right you can see my underwear
but yeah its not about you i care

i write my rhymes with shit penmanship
buck my teeth you won't see any chip
watch my smile bring on this clique
fuck with me you'll feel a slip stick

yeah thats right cuz i'm a damn crazy brat
thats why my kicks all sound so phat
shes walkin around lookin like a hoodrat

you're way too close up in my face
move out the way bitch give me some space
gettin right in time to pick up the pace
(?) while grooving to the bass

(?) nitro dance (?) hurry
fucks my drink so now i'm all dirty
sweatin grindin feeling filthy
smack the boys i'm feeling naughty

i'm not a girl thats like you've occured
but don't be fooled i do feel fury
in this flut while making me hurry
and all your eyes are turnin blurry

so me and my clique, we makin hits
thats why the girls wanna show us their tits
roll with the boys when i got wits
even though i spit on the rudest shit

i never go out when i'm not tipsy
my drinks jingling just like i'm a gypsy
sure i'll drink jack and hennessy
but mostly pass on the ecstasy

Lyrics submitted by londonhalflife

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