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d12 - bugz' 97 lyrics

[bugz]
f–k that!
who run sh-t, watch these drums h-t
you dove head first into some old dumb sh-t
here’s a can of -ss whip, for you to come get
your clique made their trip, i made them hoes submit
ask your girl, she knows the scoop don’t f–k with bugz b-tch
i’ll chop off her t-tti, have you sucking one t-t
them pink belly —–s is who you run with
making half -ss songs, sh-tty snares and one kick
i hate your d-mn sound, don’t like it one bit
you can make a double alb-m, won’t have one hit
your entire outfit is on some bullsh-t
and there’s not a d-mn one that i can’t out wit

i admit, that my style is unfit
for mamma’s baby boy because i’m on some dumb sh-t
like i commit arsony, get harm quick
you pull the alarm switch, i’ll stab you in your armpit
now who the nitwit wanna come get with
this egotistic, hip-hop fundal mentalisitic
don’t risk it, you’ll get your sh-t split
now keep your distance, and keep existence
i’m the persistent when it comes to bench sh-t
i smoked a blunt with my judge before my sentence
i’m relentless to deny you’re senseless
yo b-tch, pay my bill that’s where the h-ll your rent went
f–k that!

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