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Yea... my trigger finger is feenin, the nikka P is a demon
nikka my fangs start showin if I'm seein you dreamin
Get too close and I'm bustin, it won't be no discussion
I'm a boss I don't speak - I just nod my head
And you turned up missin with your own page in the feds
I got power, and I will flex on you real quick
Call yo' dogs, call yo' clique, hug yo' moms 'fore you split
Cause you ain't never gon' see that bytch again
And this ain't a war nikka we just havin fun wit'cha
Like a bed wit a baby, if I smack you I might kill ya
Half a million in diamonds, half a billion from rhymin
And I'm steady and climbin - that mean I'm still blowin up
Got you burnt while you lookin, see my Ferrari in Brooklyn
On the corner of Myrtle and Throop, so come through
I light yo' buildin on fire, it's why these rappers retire
Cause they tired, of dealin with the nikkas like me
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Call yo' dogs, call yo' clique, hug yo' moms 'fore you split


