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No, I'll never go, I'll never go
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No, I'll never go, I'll never go
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I'm the best thing since sliced bread
No Eminem, feminine, nah, Miss Hype I am yeah

That girl thinks she's so big now
But hold on, I'm only 5ft1

I bring the fun back with every comeback

Sit back and laugh so much I got a number

One girl tried for a clash, showed her my papercut

Some boy did she run back
Don't have my own, I don't even share
Just sleep on the sofa that's the size of a chair
It's cool, but still it ain't fair
But it's blue, so I don't really care
When I'm on the train or with Jayz
I tend to write about my crazy days
Or my lazy ways
Or the days that I spend with my babes
When I'm in a hazy phase

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It's Miss Hype I ain't teaching tings
I don't have 50 rings
But I've got 50 things to say
In a cheeky kind of way
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It's Miss Hype I ain't teaching tings
I don't have 50 rings
But I've got 50 things to say
In a cheeky kind of way, okay

No, I'll never go, I'll never go
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No, I'll never go, I'll never go

I've got a fanbase consisting of teens to mid-twenties
Mid-twenties to thirties
So none of your words can hurt me
Lyrics ain't dirty, lyrics ain't flirty
Anyways let me move on and say

Sandi witch instead of sandwich
S-O-V sweet, you can't handle this
The white midget, the riddim vandalist
Oh no, I'm allowed to sleep on an old mattress
Thankfully it doesn't smell like cat's piss
'Cause I don't have a cat, it died
And standardly I just cried

Manu-manu-manu-manu
I sounded like one of those female MCs that don't have a clue
Manu-manu-manu-manu

No that I never do

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It's Miss Hype I ain't teaching tings
I don't have 50 rings
But I've got 50 things to say
In a cheeky kind of way
Cha-Ching
It's Miss Hype I ain't teaching tings
I don't have 50 rings
But I've got 50 things to say
In a cheeky kind of way, okay

No, I'll never go, I'll never go
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No, I'll never go, I'll never go

Regardless of a flow or a grime, I'm a guitarist
I'm like a chatterbox of a list 'cause I spit continuous
Don't know no lyricist that's into this
That's more into this than me
Don't do no business with no part-time MCs

I'm soon to be living crisp with a lifetime of royalties
And spinning discs
I can confirm that the white bitch is killing this
Seen? See a fan of this?
Got kicked out of school due to bunking
Now look at me, the multi-talented munchkin

No, I'll never go hungry due to the beats that I eat
You can call me greedy
But then again, call me S-O-V

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It's Miss Hype I ain't teaching tings
I don't have 50 rings
But I've got 50 things to say
In a cheeky kind of way
Cha-Ching

It's Miss Hype I ain't teaching tings
I don't have 50 rings
But I've got 50 things to say
In a cheeky kind of way, okay
Cha-Ching

It's Miss Hype I ain't teaching tings
I don't have 50 rings
But I've got 50 things to say
In a cheeky kind of way
Cha-Ching

It's Miss Hype I ain't teaching tings
I don't have 50 rings
But I've got 50 things to say
In a cheeky kind of way, okay

No, I'll never go, I'll never go
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No, I'll never go, I'll never go
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No, I'll never go, I'll never go
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No, I'll never go, I'll never go
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No, I'll never go, I'll never go

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