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Big Girls

I'm the girl whose name be heard

Get a pen and pad so

I can write down this verse

Dem haters be hatin' thinkin'

They hatin' can cause me a curse

But they know if they keep it up

They gonna get it worse

I'm dat rapper that's known as

The teen that don't write a lick

And some never heard of me

Yes but the ones that did heard me spit

But some haters finna hate on me

So they gonna need a cross kit

Maybe a bandage

No, maybe some surgery

'Cause they finna have a 9

Through they head

Anyway my rapping was so good

I made an avalenge

And after I hurted dem haters

Let's just say they finna hop in that ambulece

Lie to they mommys and daddys that

It was all an accident on tha stage

They fell, oh well, boo hoo now they in a grave

I don't need to worry 'cause I'm tryna

Stack theses dollar signs like the twin tower

Make it taller, make it high and make it higher

Selling all of theses albums is

Just gonna make ya haters hate mo

'N make my pockets fatter

I'm a hop in my Chevy, hope dem bitches

Try not a still my cheese

Oh well, I'm not worried, I'ma lock my box with this key

So I'm gonna take a ride up in these streets

No, I'ma stop for some deeze

Chunk up tha duece, oh shit, dem haters stop

They trashed up whip in a slow creep

They got they 5's but I'ma be ready for them

I got my 9, don't got nothin' to worry 'bout 'cause

I'm a have dem in that hospitals bed at night

And after that I'm a make this cheese

Stacked like the twin towers

And I got so much witnesses

They thought I was Ms. Michael Myers

So if ya got another

Then I'm gone, holla back

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