| Yo, she said she liked shoppin' and coppin'
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| The glamorous night flashy lights and bottles poppin'
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| I’ma Underground rapper, my jewels is invisible
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| You don’t like me now, my $ 5 dollar show life is miserable
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| You peepin' my sneaks, caught up in the physical
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| But you don’t got shit you broke individual
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| A little switch, some tits, head from chemicals
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| Blonde weave, think you white on some subliminal
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| Talk cute but laced in boots and straight criminals
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| Think you got game, workin' wit somethin'
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| Eyes all dark from the weed and the pills you be dumpin'
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| I’m drivin' thru, sittin' Chili chillin', I’m frontin'
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| I’m shinin', this the king the Queens be wantin'
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| I ain’t stuck on no smut jawn the block be humpin'
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| Like fiends on the corner when the block be jumpin'
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| Choosy begger, you could take this dollar nuttin'
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| But you don’t know me now
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| Treat me like I’m some new joe in town
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| Yo when I blow she gon' be the first hoe around
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| Actin' like she know me now
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| Tryna blow the crown
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| But it ain’t gon' down
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| Ayo she keep her hair in coils, push weed in foils
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| Smell like white diamond, cheap Muslim oils
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| Liquor store logics, performance in the projects
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| Lap dance all over the filthiest objects
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| Think she a cover girl, model the bricks
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| Nose in the sky, up and down the block stompin' the strips
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| Shake and twist to see a six or obliterate wrist
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| I ain’t that dude shorty, I’ma leave you bitter in piss
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| But you don’t know me now
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| Treat me like I’m some new joe in town
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| Yo when I blow she gon' be the first hoe around
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| Actin' like she know me now
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| Tryna blow the crown
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| But it ain’t gon' down |