The XX,Notorius B.I.G,Kanye West - Dead Wrong | Текст песни

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Relax and take note
While I take totes of the marijuana smoke
Throw you in choke
Gun smoke gun smoke
Biggie Smalls for mayor
The rap slayer the hooker layer
Muthafucka say your prayers
(Hail Mary full of grace)
Smack the bitch in her face
Take her Gucci bag and the North Face off her back
Jab her if she act
Funny wit the money
Oh you got me mistakin honey
I don't wanna rap ya
I just want the paper
The Visa capisha
I'm out like the vapors
Who's the one the call mister macho
The head honcho
Swift fist like camacho
I got so
Much style I should be down wit the stylistics
Make up to break up
Niggas need to wake up
Smell the indonesia beat you to a ceasure
Then fuck your mom hit them skins to amnesia
She don't remember shit just the two hits
Her hittin the floor and me hittin the clit
Suckin on her tit
Had the hooker beggin for the dick
And your moms ain't ugly love my dick got rock quick
I guess I was a combination of House of Pain and Bobby Brown
I was humpin around and jumpin around
Jacked her then I asked her who's the man
She said B-I-G then I bust in her E-Y-E


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