| Uh, yeah
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| Some regular degular, bloody bars
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| I swear to God, they ain’t wanna see me leave the club
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| Got up on my shit and now they scared to show me love
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| They’d rather see me on the pole twerkin' it for dubs
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| I guess I really gotta show them what the fuck is up
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| I’m on some other shit, that Cardi B gutta shit
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| Every time I catch a hating bitch, she on her stutter shit
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| Can’t finish her words but on Instagram thuggin' shit
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| You set yourself up, don’t make it seem like I be buggin', bitch
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| And niggas hatin' on me, really be upset
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| I don’t know, make me wonder what you got between your legs
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| You a real nigga mad at a bitch for getting bread?
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| You’s a bitch from birth, you just grew a third leg, woo!
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| Bite down, bite down, it was crunch time
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| Yeah I skip all of them bitches in the lunch line
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| I put in work, now I’m here at the front line
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| Ready for the bullshit, I swear it’s on my bloodline
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| Touch mine, getting slumped, slimed one time
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| Pump blind, bitches quick, then I dump mine
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| Pull up with the Gucci clutch, spitting clutch rhymes
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| Flyer than a big big B with a Blood tie
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| Don’t do much, he get hard when I bust wines
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| No straws for this juice box, gulp one time
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| Last nigga I was with went insane
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| 'Cause my head game over hills like I’m lookin' for the sunshine
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| I’m a Bronx bitch birthed from the hip-hop
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| From the block to the tick tock in the Patek watch
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| Quick drop with the cash, couldn’t fit the Ziploc
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| Grips locked, get your shit popped in my flip flops
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| Wealthy now, but every dollar, I still want it all
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| Now he wanna nail me, I could give your man a cure
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| You gotta mail me, but I don’t check my spam at all
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| Never feel what you’re sayin' like I’m usin' Anbesol
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| Travel all around the states getting nice checks
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| I was tourin' off a tape, I had a hype set
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| Is that the reason all these niggas wanna pipe next?
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| I’m a creep, bitch, see his dick through his Nike Tech
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| Got 'em all scared, I ain’t even strike yet
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| Wire up jaws when I swing if the mic stretch
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| I worked hard, took the right steps, had a shot
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| So I took the shit, now this game gon' need a life vest
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| Uh
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| I said, woo!
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| Huh |