Sweet Dreams
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Yo, Young Money right chere Bike here, throw it up no high chair Cold like a white bear Freddy Krueger I'm a rap bitch nightmare And I'm rich I could buy you Kill bitches leave they body in a bayou More brain than an IQ More head than a dread, my youte And my bank account ain't hardly empty That's why I come through in a Barbie Bently So please mamacita, please no envy When you come around it reads no entry Who's next to go? My flow's so flexible Get gas then get at me, Texico Shoot yourself in the leg, Plexico White jag with the twisted lip I ain't Mike Jack, but this is it Bo-bo-boom I'm everywhere You like balloon boy, Mama you was never there I am the Kung-Fu Panda Fuck all of your blogs, fuck all of your propaganda Good for the goose, than it's good for the gander Nicki ain't a rapper, Nicki is a brander Please you could never compare to me All these bitches is scared of me I am who they couldn't even dare to be So that's all folks! (puh-dam-ba-dee) I go hard pause Hospital flow get more gauze I'm a bad bitch on all fours The President be like, "It's all yours! " Weezy and Nicki bring the A game high stats Go together like Ricky and his eye patch Go together like a team in the gym Kareem in the ring, the Queen and the King!
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