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Fuckin',
Fuckin',
Fuckin',
Fuckin' the Teflon bitch from the Stuy

[Verse" 1 Kim]
Ms. White, that bitch with a looks
Come through with a thousand
I just know what it takes to get this money Blow
Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear Pablo
niggas think I won't jump in the heap
Well let's dance, you lames are
I serve all ya'll cowards like a game of
Act like you want some of this and I'll you the business
You see the yellow and black, you what it's about
assed niggas gets ironed, to straighten 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 to Jehovah, the game is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, underestimate
Kim the postergirl at 718
Ride outta town with my nigga, his weight
After it's cooked, in eights the size of plates
You bitches ain't been shit, you just minors
you know about stuffin' half a bricks in your vagina
It's the dick licker, the baby sipper
Ain't a bitch can make a nigga cum quicker
girl's pussy get wetter than a shower cap
Got my mans like a Jansport napsack
And Queen Bee gon' you nothin' but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for killin' these
You in the wrong department, the upperclass section
You hoes is startin' to irritate me like a infection
heavens, somebody get the Monostat 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why
The boss lady, I hold it for my badies
Rappers better run and hide 'cause here the Beehive

2: Reeks]
It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the
Breathin' dro colored Benz's with dutch seats
Lay in the on Tuesdays, duckin' the sweep
Nigga jump off, then get pumped off feet
I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant with
I'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm this tech
that's 32 shots, our throwback's like Mitchell and Ness
Man, I'm a project nigga, piss on the steps
And keep the brim on my fitted a little to the left
I play the block, fifth in my sweats, my set
It's Rossie from the pharmacy, get it

[Chorus: Kim]

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

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

[Verse 4:
Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the I earned in the streets
'Cause my so hot, it be burnin' the beats
Melt my pen, I have slugs meltin' your
When I throw you over the bridge, they you swim
And you better wear a hat when you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets e-mail, packin' your waves
Or snatch your face off like I'm Cage
And it be five of ya'll, puttin' eight in your grave
'Cause niggas think they hard, but they softer than
them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead
The step is to off you, dead
I'ma cut your fuckin' head off and have Kim auction your (Beehive)
See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for
Even if I know you, I demand
And if I put you in the bag, your man is next
The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a (Beehive)

[Verse 5:
It's Goldie, the Advakid, put you to rest
I ride around with two 38's tucked in my
A pump in and a nine under the seat
Enough ammo to blow the earth under your feet (Beehive)
And we got cake for killas like Hyde and
Snippers put red on your face like freckles
Don't make me to reach for the lead
You'll think the bullets was rain drops how they all hit head
I'm that slim kid that say is probably hot
She only me 'cause of what she think I probably got
Am I be with her for long, probably not
Unless cute and suck a dick like a lollipop
Niggas talk about and they just bust caps
Niggas talk aboit ki's whey they just packs
When it come to my money, you gimmie that
'Cause you know bullets fly in like Petey Pab
(Beehive)

Now putcha hands your mouth and holler out
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