flip a bird

slaughterhouse

in the kitchen

on the scale

flip a bird

flip a bird

flip a bird

in the kitchen

said i'm here for money making

i've lost about all my patience

beat almost all my cases

thought i'd covered up all my bases

bitches try to play you to some how

some way you figure it out

you fuck with jay-z's bitch from back in the day

you might end up with reasonable doubt

you fuck with grimey bitches

standing over you taking pictures

while you sleeping cause you passed out drunk after having a threesome

that will give you a reason

to trust no bitch

quit rapping and just go get it cracking

bout' to push that white instead of that music

seems like simpler profit

cos nigga's gossiping like they world-stars

empty your bicep

until i find you and empty your pockets

if 5'9 stop rhyming

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