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Shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama
Play with pussy you bound to get fucked up
Shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama
Play with pussy you bound to get fucked up
Shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama
Play with pussy you bound to get fucked up
Shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama
Play with pussy you bound to get fucked up
Baby listen, Mama Mia, X-rated, 9 milli heater toter
Lyrically I clears the smoke from all you poorly focused MC's
I sees y'all is jokes in this here
Bitches be more chicken than birds when they hear that I'm near
I fears nothin', I'm snuffin' rappers out with verbal voodoo
But if we take it to the streets my heats like Shaka Zulu
So who you, who that, don't matter, I rat-a-tat-a
Brain tissue gon' splatter when these be comin' at ya
D's be like a gat your ass better run for cover
But I'll shut your block down from my first round, I'm Mother
Superior, nigga think I ain't
'Bout slammin' through the studio with my gold paint
Like KB, second for your average girl rapper
Give that nigga the mic and watch me chastise, bring tears to his eyes
'Cause I spit low shots, action verbs be the realest
Had 'em runnin', grabbin' testes '
Cause his little sperm gon' feel this
The illest most respected street diva runnin' shit
Ghost writer for hire 'cause they know my pen is fire
Put you down like flat tires from start to fuckin' finish
Y'all amped on new pussy, tryin' to put your face all in it
Noddin', bobbin', baby move somethin'
Tired of all these hoes comin' out to do nothin'
Now who run it, who done it, one more 'gain
I'm open, try to touch it if you can
Shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama
Play with pussy you bound to get fucked up
Shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama
Play with pussy you bound to get fucked up
Shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama
Play with pussy you bound to get fucked up
Shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama
Play with pussy you bound to get fucked up
I'm hardcore as I wanna be, you hoes know I run the streets
The black widow 'cause I'm lethal to womanizin' MC's
I beez all over shit, runnin' shit wide open
But closin' shop like cops with choppers and rottweilers
Mama 2 Glocks Mia, what you hoes wanna be a
Bitch niggas and all, I make y'all look hard
Soldier marchin', swingin' elbows
Got them haters backin' up and my foes on they toes
I wanna get lit up, what, ya heard me boy
Y'all ain't ready for the dirty south bitch with the clout
Makin' noise with the dirty mouth out
Makin' paper, 'bout bringin' weight
On planes, trains and buses, waxed discs and tapes
'Cause it's all I trust is no one but my gun, my God
And mine's the womb from which I came from
Tame dogs of course, what's mine is yours niggas
Bitches get rolled over if y'all don't roll with us
Now here it comes, here comes the lyrical drug dealer
Underground big wheeler, motherfuckers they fear her
Mama Mia, lady, no limit
The industry's newest pussy, dare to play with it
Shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama
Play with pussy you bound to get fucked up
Shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama
Play with pussy you bound to get fucked up
Shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama
Play with pussy you bound to get fucked up
Shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama, shake 'em up mama
Play with pussy you bound to get fucked up
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