| Bitches love to critique
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| They just swear they unique
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| Hold the media standards history gon' repeat
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| Bitches can’t even see, eyelash on fleek
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| You ain’t talkin' to me, you must be talkin' to these niggas
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| Show my ass on the beat
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| Know they asses, they cheap
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| Ain’t a damn thing discrete, the name Junglepussy
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| They can’t entangle with me
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| Think everything’s string theory
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| Who you gon' blame?
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| Play that banjo, baby
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| Ain’t a damn thing a man think gon' drive me crazy
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| I be damned in the sand, so wet, so wavy
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| These words for your neck
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| Don’t stress me, baby
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| And you deserve what you get
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| That tongue audacious
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| I learned from the best, you just heard 'bout they shit
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| Earn my respect, held down the day shift
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| Pregnant with success
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| And you know what they did?
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| Tryin' to test something so sacred
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| They can’t assess nothin' I’m sayin'
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| Big in my chest
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| You press to kiss my lips
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| Blowin' the sess, flowin' the technology
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| Golly, I just want the knowledge, not the D
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| Don’t project your problems on top of me
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| Don’t you wanna be? |
| Don’t you just wanna be?
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| Off the web, off the dev, off the tree
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| To the left, it’s a dub, hit the streets
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| To my next, to my blessings, my peace |