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Tsar bomba

Every time I spit, bitch, it's Christmas
Michelin in the kitchen, my bitch cleanin' dishes
Wrappin' up the presents, no major with millions
Origin is villainous, DOOM in the spirit
Light you up like kerosene, Peggy a terrorist
Find her at the Sheraton, beats givin' you instant relief, my shit Claritin
Shot ugly, but it's still go in Shawn Marion
Waste a bitch time, make her spend her inheritance
My bitch switch stylists, yours switch like Ms. Garrison
Too deep, she runnin' routes like Marvin Harrison, wow
Shots to the body, she throw in the towel
I put gold on that boy head like Meowth
Most of these weapons, they came from the South
I miss havin' gold in my mouth
My neck is what will you put down on a—

Your ex only want rapper dick in her mouth
So I took my turn and I threw that bitch out
My new bitch worth more than me, I'm bummin' in her house
I rest until millis, still sleep on the couch
Look, I cannot help if I turn your bitch out
Nigga, how is you broke with no dick and you proud? (Bro)
Ayy, throw that bitch back in the pot, let it boil
Know these Kel-Tec extensions don't got no recoil
She be sniffing white bitches, her name De La Hoya
She a cannibal, all of this Betty White on me
I choke you out in an Accord in a cordless
You know a flopper, Ric Flair in the corner (Bro)
Bitch, I'm snatching them dreads and you getting a facelift
That fabric cannot help the way that your face is
It's icy out here in these streets, gotta face it
The ice on me worth more than what you was takin'
I fucked her, you kissed her, she ripe for the taking
I'm cookin' up drama and serving the bacon
You knew that petty full-blooded Jamaican
Need voodoo to kill me, bitch, I might be Haitian
I'm Julio Foolio when I get to aimin'
Why would I fuck you? Bitch, look at my bitch
You came from guap, only one of us rich
I cannot help you, you know what you did
Cut off your hand, that's a slap on the wrist
Can't clap for no nigga that's slappin' a bitch
I'm laughin' at you 'cause yo' man in a ditch
I hop in the booth and spit truth over clicks
They mad at the truth so they lying to kick it
Ha, gimme that shit, nigga

Oh yeah, boy