| That’s ya boyfriend on my line we do not pick it up
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| Shawty like the way I fuck she always lick it up
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| Fuck a label self made I got my own paper
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| I can’t settle for no broke hoes no thank you
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| With my wrist I’m in the kitchen tryna whip it up
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| Why yo BM at my parties tryna flick it up
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| I was down bad I ain’t takin no favors
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| They gon see me up now they be real fakin
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| Back in school I never had shit, I can’t trust no bitch, fuck that shit
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| My old girl see me up now and I cut that bitch lets run this shit
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| They ain’t wanna see me make it, fuck all a the snaking I hover above all that
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| shit
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| Now every time that you see me you holla to wish me good luck with it
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| Fuck all the allegations, you hate on my name you ain’t gotta say it
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| Teachers even said I wouldn’t make it
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| I never really was a class favorite, oh yea
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| I’m stuck in my ways, go out and get you some money today
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| If you getting paper then why every time that you see me you still keep on
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| running away
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| Yea yea, look in the mirror you nervous
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| You shaking right out of yo skirt shit
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| Big body we swervin, top up closed curtains
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| Ex girl said I’m worthless, new girl see me workin
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| Big Gs we purgin we just might put a body in a Birkin |