I talk shit wit the best of em U can’t put me out of my game U know about my aim It hits ya right in ya face I gotta steady pace It flows As I ro U think ya better than me Why don’t u step up and c Ur girlfriend’s looking at me Is it my fault she wants some of this Maybe u should fuck er instead of usin ur fiss And hittin her It takes a BIG man 2 hit a woman Try 2 hit me and I’ll hit cha like a man Uve seen me through dez thangs I bust em out like a vampire wit fangs I'll fuck u up wit my talking Cuz I'm Mr. ShittalkerBirth sign: Aquarius
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