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Another Grind House Presentation Introductin with Dj Booth. net Fee expenses, with the victimized bucket, and the denim and all Put me in the game and I'm winning the scratch In till the beginning, you wack Well, I'm good, I'm the perpest nigga eva And I'm just being honest, you not fly, you a feather Cherry pie niggas, longevity, time skillin' Chilly, you got a curfew, don't trip when your mom's wit me Silly lil' nigga, I can take your fan base I don't want them anyway, all 'em niggas is faky I could care less about the songs you made Or who you sound like, your success is a fake My uncle bless me with the faith And pour all the bitches, not because of the aim It's easy me, y'all go home after eating another bitch out Like it's easy to cheat Renaming all the pinch, like his snitch lay blues Old like Bay Ruth, but I'm still gon' shoot Radio DJs don't play me, so I go to the booth And spin my shit all night, clear channel, fuck you! Man, I been through some sheet Turn more in my life than the Kennedy kid You can't handle what remedy is Who's the last man standin'? General Lee Mah'fucker Aus Songtexte Mania