| I swear these hoes
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| These hoes be all bark, no bite
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| Fuckin' ridiculous
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| This for the, «CupcakKe a joke»
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| One million in and you broke
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| He fainted as soon as I spoke
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| Like Wendy Williams, heat stroke
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| Bitch, I’m so cold, gotta rock me a thermal
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| Or sweater right under the coat
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| Bitch, I got so many bars
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| That Azealia Banks call me when she needs soap (No shade)
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| I just be shootin' like craps (Brah)
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| Ten different flows when I rap (Yah)
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| Sleepin' on me, that shit wack (Wack)
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| I hope the bed bugs attack (Hah)
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| Why is my name in your mouth?
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| Tell the dentist get rid of it, right with that plaque (Get it out)
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| Bitch, I’m out here seein' M’s, you just seein' M&M's in the pack
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| Run in your house and I’m flippin' the couch
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| Yeah, you know this a trap but I’m not talking mouse
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| Now I got you tied up like an unfaithful spouse
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| Put the cash in the bag, I don’t got time to count
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| 'Cause you know this bitch called the cops (Cops)
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| Flavor Flav, she got clocked (Clock)
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| Up her head, 'cause she an opp
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| Seeing if she still alive like Pac, ayy
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| Your man keep ringing my line (Ring)
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| He don’t understand decline (Nah)
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| I’ma have to stomp him out (How?)
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| Like turnin' grapes into wine
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| And he still gon' think I’m a keeper (I'm a keeper)
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| 'Cause I’m dressed every day like it’s Easter (Like it’s Easter)
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| Bitches be swearin' they cute but they look like that bow up on Rihanna’s
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| sneakers (Ugly)
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| Had to check that bitch, I’m Netflix rich
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| No Miley Cyrus, I wreck that bitch
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| Bread like a bird so I peck that bitch
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| What’s your address? |
| That’s how I address that shit
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| Bullets sent her to heaven, no Keyshia Cole (Bah bah bah)
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| You don’t wanna know what the Visa hold (Bah bah bah)
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| These bitches heated like pizza rolls
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| I’m in the penthouse but I get my sheets from Kohl’s
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| I’m smart with the bag, I’m a great (Great)
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| That’s the same ho that used to hate (Funny)
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| But now these bitches in my face like we on Beyond Scared Straight, wait, yeah
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| Ain’t none of that, I be makin' bitches mad
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| I pull up in the Jag, then I flex, then I brag
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| You should wear a durag, 'cause your edges look sad
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| Think you look Megan Good, but you Michael Jackson bad
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| Bitch you need to stop, your nigga askin' me why I tease a lot
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| I said «I don’t know, can I breathe or not?»
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| His bread gone like an empty pizza box
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| I’m finna leave the spot (Skrrt)
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| I spent 13K on some Gucci (Gucci)
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| He spent thirteen dollars on your coochie (Coochie)
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| Took your ass to see Tunechi, look (What?)
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| Bitch, you really is a groupie, ayy
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| Shawty if I’m not aware of them ('Ware of them)
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| You know I’m 'bout to start airing 'em (Bah bah bah)
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| All I hang with is animals, deeper than the Shedd Aquarium (Yeah)
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| Niggas so fake, they’ll kill they friend
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| And at the funeral show up and carry 'em (Fake as fuck)
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| Soon as everybody leave
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| Spit up on his grave soon as they bury him
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| They still mad, that’s the best part (Best part)
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| Give me more bite with the less bark (Bark bark)
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| You can put your bitch on the leash (Leash)
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| Or I’ma drag that bitch right to PetSmart
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| I’ma let you choose, but I make the rules
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| Keep me a tool, so play it cool
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| Second to who? |
| No, I never lose
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| I always cum first like the day April Fools
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| I’ll take a train to the money, ride a plane to the money
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| Ride a dick to the money, what it do?
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| I got so much paper on me
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| My homie thinkin' that I’m 'bout to go right back to school, ayy
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| Big chopper on me like Bruce, ayy (Bruce)
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| Big mouth, bitch that’s a moose, ayy (Moose)
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| All my life I’ve been snappin' like a Snapple
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| Yeah they know I got the juice
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| How your hair stay laid but your rent ain’t paid?
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| And your bed ain’t made but you geek?
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| Bitches be dirty, panties look like lemonade
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| Every time they fuck around and pee
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| I just be ridin' the beat, always deliver heat
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| Then I eat it up, that’s Uber Eats
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| They don’t want beef 'cause I pop up on bitches
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| Like corners when tuckin' in some newer sheets, bah |