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lyrics: i know a youngbull his name noah reape
let grab the mic and put him six feet deep
he rhymes corny like he on a fuckin cob
ima kill this like shit its my motha fuckin job
between me and him there aint no contest
when hoes see me they all get undressed
nevertheless i check my swag
and everytime im chillen i dont even need to brag
yeah yeah throw in the rag
reapanation done with i got extended mags
im on my call of duty tip mutha fuckas threw
pass the blunt and hand me a brew
reap dont know shit he in middle school
im on my mobile shit he sittin like stool
play the fool when he see me in the street
fry up the grill i make him mince meat
lil boy wheres your hall pass and while you at
take that sam adams dildo out your ass
I got class in all types of ways
you in class for all types of days
and when people tell me crime it pays
i flip em stacks and we all get blazed