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What's up with this faggot? Fuck is with this nigga? Why is he still rapping? He even wears the fashion Shut us up to make him pop commercials smashes Seriously That's why people don't take you seriously That's why we don't wanna hear nothin' you say 'Cause you ain't the man that you appear to be No, nigga, seriously We don't wanna hear your conspiracies And we don't wanna hear your political views 'bout extraterrestrial activities Look, nigga, make up your mind How much longer you gon' wait to decide? You was kickin' some dangerous lines Now buyin' your shit a waste of my time Nigga, what's up with you? That's why all my niggas don't fuck with you And that's why we don't come to your after parties 'Cause we don't wanna hang in the club with you It's only two types of niggas A street nigga and a you type of nigga A coon type of nigga Prolly born with a noose, and a silver spoon type of nigga A new type of nigga A sell out surrounded by wealth You should have been one of the greats Now you just sound like everyone else Hello? Ah, what are you doin'? What are


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