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Yeah uffie's got it!
Hands up, fast up, people come on, you like my s***,
You ain't ready, I can't hear you all, uffies got that s***.
East side, west side, where you at? come on! uffie's in this b****!
Get money, don't stop, ladies stop b******' I can rock this s***...
Now it seems to me you f***** got a whole lot of questions,
On this d*** holler board you b****** getting some action,
It's obviously a problem, but I won't restrict myself,
Is it hip hop or it is it electro or d*** is she coming from hell?...
Oh please excuse me b**** but I f*** all you wannabees,
It's just straight into that gossip, you don't have any fiz,
A lot of people read your c*** this is web pollution,
This is why I ain't complaining b**** over free promotions.
You just called me a c*** in some other word _,
But after this you'll be the one sucking a whole lot of d***.
You brought my popularity ratings higher than ever,
Thank you, your whole bullshit comments have worked real clever!
Before I answer you b****, let me spit one question,
If you hate me so much, what's up with your obsession?
I just do my things tight and I don't care about hights,
So run back to your computer, your mum', and your crack pipe.

Hands up, fast up, people come,
Hi you like my s***,
You ain't ready, I can't hear you all,
Uffies got that s***.
East side, west side, where you at? come on!
Uffie's in this b****!
Get money, don't stop, ladies stop b******'
I can rock this s***,
I can rock this s***,
Uffie's got that s***,
Uffie's in this b****.
Ok now let's get back to that last pathetic w****,
You think you got me in my crusader gear, well done!
You rap a***ysis fool, should be a bit more clever,
Get back to your dusty mix tape, your CDs and your stickers.
I can't believe all these crowds, it worked out so well.
Maybe I shove my glock in bed so you can shove it in your mouth,
Yes I am a little white girl, I guess she can a have a point,
I've been through s*** in my life, and I'm coming out strong.
Whose that girl she's so hot, she's never touched any glock!
b**** if you only knew yes I have f****** popped.
And tell me why you feel the need to have so much s*** on me,
I think it's cause the next thing is this girl called uffie, got that?
Hands up, fast up, people come,
Hi you like my s***,
You ain't ready, I can't hear you all,
Uffie's got that s***.
East side, west side, where you at? Come on!
Uffie's in this b****!
Get money, don't stop, ladies stop b******'
I can rock this s***
I can rock this s***,
Uffie's got that s***,
Uffie's in this b****.

We got our s*** all tight we don't care about you jealous a** w****s...
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