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LYRICS:
fake ass niggas, everywhere I see, everybody tryna be a superman, bitch please
witcha pants saggin down thinkin you a hard G cuz you make dat fuckin paper
ain't nobody buying it..... just because you sellin dope and drugs don't make you a gangsta, keep tryin it
niggas always runnin at the mouth talkin shit talkin bout who's ass they beat and who they fuckin hit
and those homies that you hangin wit, bet you they be quick to hit you in the mouth when you stop sellin shit
And then whats your excuse gonna be then, oh I slipped and fell and broke my damn head
off the cement and got tazed in bed, got jumped by the cops and my homies best friends
get that shit out my face you really think im buyin that
go to where your mommies at, little boys talkin back,
grow dat fuckin hulk sack, so I can shrink it right back,
you ain't no real nigga, stop frontin, King Jack
And stop pickin on them 13 year old kids, just because they wearin tripp pants let em live
you punk ass bitch benchin weights in the gym like thats gonna save you from an ass whoopin
you a fake person, and don't nobody wanna be around a mother fucker who can't even keep his own word
you shit soft turds, let this message be heard, by everybody with a fuckin open mind word
● Buy music here: http://theenigmatng.bandcamp.com/
● Merchandise: http://theenigmatng.spreadshirt.com/
● My Artwork: https://www.facebook.com/CheZCollinsArtwork
● Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheEnigmaTNG1
● SoundCloud: http://soundcloud.com/theenigmatng
● Tumblr: http://theenigmatng.tumblr.com/
● Deviant Art: http://theenigmatng.deviantart.com/
● YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/theenigmatng
● Steam: http://steamcommunity.com/id/EnigmaTNG/
● PS3 & 360: Gothstar69
● Donate via PayPal: https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_s-xclick&hosted_button_id=G9HQPLJGJJJM6
______________________________________________
LYRICS:
fake ass niggas, everywhere I see, everybody tryna be a superman, bitch please
witcha pants saggin down thinkin you a hard G cuz you make dat fuckin paper
ain't nobody buying it..... just because you sellin dope and drugs don't make you a gangsta, keep tryin it
niggas always runnin at the mouth talkin shit talkin bout who's ass they beat and who they fuckin hit
and those homies that you hangin wit, bet you they be quick to hit you in the mouth when you stop sellin shit
And then whats your excuse gonna be then, oh I slipped and fell and broke my damn head
off the cement and got tazed in bed, got jumped by the cops and my homies best friends
get that shit out my face you really think im buyin that
go to where your mommies at, little boys talkin back,
grow dat fuckin hulk sack, so I can shrink it right back,
you ain't no real nigga, stop frontin, King Jack
And stop pickin on them 13 year old kids, just because they wearin tripp pants let em live
you punk ass bitch benchin weights in the gym like thats gonna save you from an ass whoopin
you a fake person, and don't nobody wanna be around a mother fucker who can't even keep his own word
you shit soft turds, let this message be heard, by everybody with a fuckin open mind word
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