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Went from del's liquor to deli's in the bronx nigga I'm just a youngin from del amo With a belt by ferragamo doin' what I want to You know what I'm up to I hit the bodega for the backwoods Pack of dutchies if you lucky nigga Cups with the ice just doing just doing what I want to You know what I'm up to, you know what I'm up to You know what I'm up to, you know what I'm up to Aye, you know what I'm up to I swear to God I wish I wrote this fucking verse on Mother's day That ain't got shit to do with this or does it? Fuck it, anyway I've been miseducated, mislead, misinterpretated, misunderstood, mistaken, misjudged That's why I'm a misfit, up to mischief On a mission, in a missionary Hittin missionaries (missionaries) That was all mises, terms with 'mis' prefixes to be specific All you feminists should be on my dick for this shit (word) But listen close, this where shit get tricky What all these words have in common is that they're all iffy Hence misogyny, obviously I'd switch the 'y' in 'mystery' with 'I' if I could (I would) If you was newey you would know it nigga But you're not so I guess y'all good So one time for the women, two times for the ladies, three times for the bitches Don't forget about the bitches Adam's rib ain't adding up, this story must be more extensive (yYMF nigga) Meiosis, mitosis and some mo' shit Noah had motion in the ocean before his boat did And you know why, I love my mama so much And I can't watch my lil sister grow up, so I Went from del's liquor to deli's in the Bronx nigga I'm just a youngin from Del Amo With a belt by Ferragamo doing what I want to You know what I'm up to I hit the bodega for the backwoods Pack of dutchies if you lucky nigga (cross your fingers) Cups with the ice just doing what I want to You know what I'm up to, you know what I'm up to You know what I'm up to, you know what I'm up to Yeah baby, you know what I'm up to You know what I'm up to, you know what I'm up to You know what I'm up to, you know what I'm up to You know what I'm up to, you know what I'm up to You know what I'm up to Baby, you know what I'm up to I, soulo, still a member in good standing of the he-man woman haters club Do solemnly swear to be a he-man and hate women and not play with them Or talk to them unless I have to, and especially, never fall in love And if I do may I die slowfully and painfully and suffer for hours Or until I scream bloody murder
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