| Put bitches up on game
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| Put bitches up on game
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| Bet they gonna know my name
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| Bet they gonna know my name
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| First out imma boss bitch
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| Run shit like its cross fit
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| These hoes duck when them shots spit
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| And i ball out like a top pick
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| If the cash stop from a soft flip
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| I just make more i never loss shit
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| Say my name out yo chopped lips
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| And its murder time watch a twat trip
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| Bum bitches gotta pay more
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| I got queen dreams i just say less
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| Rich taste got my heels bloody
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| Broke bitches wanna pay less
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| Put bitches up on game
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| Put bitches up on game
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| Bet they gonna know my name
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| Bet they gonna know my name
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| I be really with the savages
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| I need karats i’m a rabid bitch
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| Ain’t no marriages or niggas having kids
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| Cuz a nigga gotta get me chariots
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| Said he wanna fuck me in the marriot
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| First he gotta eat me like a lavish bitch
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| Hoes hating they hilarious
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| I’m just stacking different money various
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| Uh, put bitches up on game
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| Can’t no little hoe try to hold my lane
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| Watch them cop pleas when it’s pop up day
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| Got them begging on they knees so the shots don’t spray
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| Watch a bitch ball out
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| Got the plans for the lear so we all out
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| I be working everyday never call out
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| Switch gears every year never stall out, uh |