your mother warned you about me It's the nigga you love to hate Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops for the brothers What you got to say for yourself? You
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comin back Even the females wild, they don't know how to act (B-b-b-but wait, it gets worse...) Niggas scared to get scorched, they ain't passin the torch
s brother, everybody knows me Coming from the P.A.T., with mister V.I.C. Young Mogul E.N.T., if you don't like it either leave I got ringtone this, and
mother warned you about me It's the nigga you love to hate Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops for the brothers What you got to say for yourself? You
mother warned you about me It’s the nigga you love to hate Yo, you ain’t doing nothing pops for the brothers What you got to say for yourself? You