I KNOW NOW
BACK ON THE SCENE DRESSED CLEAN HATERS ALREADY KNOW I'M THE LYRIC DREAM CHECK OUT THE PULL APART I'M QUEEN I'M GRABBING THE MICROPHONE I'M A FEIN I'M PEELING AND STEALING PART OF YOUR TEAM MY LIFE IS FOR REAL HARD AS IT SEEMS SHAKING ALL VIBES DOWN TO THE FLOOR I'M TRIPPING OFF LAMES INTO TO THEY GAMES NOW I CAN'T EVEN TAKE IT NO MORE IT MAKES NO SENSE ALL THE CASH THAT'S BEEN I THOUGHT I'D REMIND YOU TO REPENT THE SUCKERS BEHIND YOU GOT ME BENT
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