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Lyrics:

Mp3 i need no introduction
And you know we get geeked at the function 
I’m fucking your bitch she my munchkin 
Swimmin swimmin u know I be munchin
City ass nigga ain’t no country bumpkin 
Nigga know we geeked at the function 
I think it’s time for y’all to get in the junction 
Open your eye what you see is you see me
Don’t fuck yes men wewe 
Because them niggas sleezy
Tricks under my sleeve
Head bob and I’ll weave 
Valedictorian you’ll see
Ima do shit you can’t believe 
Mf is pussy lil bitch I’m a winner
Stacking these beats like I’m a beginner
Alll these niggas know I got hits like it winter
That’s why I flow cold and I stay spitting icy
My bars so heat let it slow burn nicely 
Check check check out my music I make music too
One man show aint abusing too. I’m fucking your bitch. She fucking my shit My shit you legit y’all niggas should quit. all window Shit I’m on the building like it’s window shit
Bitch nigga know I gotta put it like a hit and sometimes soon I’m gonna pop like a zit and no time soon will you ever see me quit, I aint on that other nigga shit. everybody know I keep going and going and flowing the motion the ocean we coasin so high I be soaring.

Hold up lil bitch, hold up lil bitch we sent a win, feel like we gaming bitch we gotta win. I’m on some other shit. You never seen. You got a bow down little bitch on the king and I’m on some shit you never motherfucking seen.



I remember had our heads up in them books like everyday
Now these white boys getting mad because these black ones getting payed
I remember used to study now we cooking in the basement (cookin beats)
Now I’m finna throw my cap and tell momma I made it
Took me off the bench because the rap game needed saving
Pulling way too deep it got me feeling like I’m Damian (is this the dagger?)
Now me and h factor showing off like all star game
And these flows too extravagant like we been had it made
I got some asparagus and wagu on my plate
Music university and im the highest grade (im a graduate)
Please don’t say u better than us that’s a faulty claim



Album: Class Dismissed

Credits: Written by Malcolm Perez & Judah Green, produced and arranged by David Hana.