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Im U.G.L.Y-
ima bout to qet u.q.l.y! YOU, aint qot shit on me, im da niqqa havin bitches move to da beat- G^, ooh yeah dats me, strapped in all blaqk toatin da tool in da heat- EL, mmm yeah wats dat smell? somebody liqht dat mutha fuqka im hunqry as hell- i like blowin away as da THC insert to my cells- niqqa dont act like you aint came here to smoke..., dats why you came rinqin da bell- like you crazy, like you need pills to excel- ya brain cells havin memory spells, and becomes lazy- WHY, cause im a mutha fuqkin asshole- one to break rules, call me Castro- tape line shaped up, wit a afro- ciqar in my mouth, take a nap hoes- cause im runnin dis bitch, i qot da map froze- and i was born of da six^, you kno how dat qoes- Lmao! ima u.q.l.y mutha fuqka!
Listen, I keep em pissin, im the uqliest niqqa within they vision- the dirtiest niqqa to ever walk up in yo kitchen- and fuqk just about anythinq with an insision- Im a pain and freak show, all in the same listin- me, loqk myself in a room is wat you insistin- Fuqk no, i rather you see me with nothin missin-
Listen, I keep em pissin, im the uqliest niqqa within they vision- the dirtiest niqqa to ever walk up in yo kitchen- and fuqk just about anythinq with an insision- Im a pain and freak show, all in the same listin- me, loqk myself in a room is wat you insistin- Fuqk no, i rather you see me with nothin missin-
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