[Chorus: Dr. Ama] Son, you'se a big shit poppah When the beef is on, you know where to find I heard you run and snitch to them coppers Mad pussy, that's just how you get down Son, you'se a big shit poppah Talking real greasy, but you know you a clown Keep stunting and get hit real proper Fronting on me, it could happen right now
[Dr. Ama] Doc A-M-A on some Staten, New York shit Pull that thing out, where the cake, nigga talk quick Hustlers go hard for that gwop, shit, don't floss it I know you think you gangsta, but gangstas don't talk shit You cop a four-fifth, but you too pack to toss shit Saw you on BET stunting, I lost it Platinum handle wit the glowing piece, on some cross shit You soft bitch, tired of hearing you talking that bullshit Surrounded by two g's, son, you look akward Ask around town, finding just how the hawk spit Your main bitch wanna fuck, stay on some stalk shit Told her be easy, ho, go suck a soft dick Straight outta my mind, draw the line and I cross it Stay palming the nine, lose ya signs, cuz we floss shit Approach me wit the beef, show me that you got balls, kid All ya fake faggots need to come out the closet In the B wit the windows down, room by ten in P-H Hammers get to blowing, blowing Throwing each and every round, hit you all up in your face Leave your melon swollen, swollen
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[Dr. Ama] Doc A-M-A on some Staten, New York shit Pull that thing out, where the cake, nigga talk quick Hustlers go hard for that gwop, shit, don't floss it I know you think you gangsta, but gangstas don't talk shit You cop a four-fifth, but you too pack to toss shit Saw you on BET stunting, I lost it Platinum handle wit the glowing piece, on some cross shit You soft bitch, tired of hearing you talking that bullshit Surrounded by two g's, son, you look akward Ask around town, finding just how the hawk spit Your main bitch wanna fuck, stay on some stalk shit Told her be easy, ho, go suck a soft dick Straight outta my mind, draw the line and I cross it Stay palming the nine, lose ya signs, cuz we floss shit Approach me wit the beef, show me that you got balls, kid All ya fake faggots need to come out the closet In the B wit the windows down, room by ten in P-H Hammers get to blowing, blowing Throwing each and every round, hit you all up in your face Leave your melon swollen, swollen
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