| Bitch you ain’t poppin' till I say you is
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| And ain’t shit stoppin' till I say it is
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| Get it all at once, I don’t care I spend
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| I don’t know what the fuck a budget is
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| Hopped in the game, I’m interceptin' shit
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| Step outta line, I’m wackin' bitches' shit
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| If they ain’t gang I can’t trust it
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| You can’t compete, bitch, just quit
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| The love they be showin' so fake it’s synthetic
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| See straight through them hoes, yeah them hoes pathetic
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| You pee on the way and that muhfucker epic
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| Mac to her face and no this ain’t cosmetic
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| Chasin' the bag, you could say I’m athletic
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| Can’t hang witchu lames, y’all don’t match my aesthetic
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| I’m slaughterin' bitches, it’s in my genetics
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| I don’t fuck with no sweet bitches, I’m a diabetic
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| Not apologetic, I’m problematic
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| Under that wig yeah your hair probably matted
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| To come for the kids you gon' need different tactics
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| You ain’t on shit bitch, we two different fabrics
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| I’m fast and you slow, we’re two different dynamics
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| Run that bitch over, now she a mechanic
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| I’ve been out here winnin', I know they can’t stand it
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| The kids y’all wouldn’t understand it
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| Y’all bitches don’t want it, for real
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| Point out one bitch who own it (none of 'em), for real (I can’t)
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| Y’all bitches don’t want it (at all) for real
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| Point out one bitch who own it, for real (I'm sorry)
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| I-I-I-I swear to God they don’t want it
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| I swear to God I be on it
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| If I flex in it I own it
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| Motherfuck all my opponents
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| Pockets so fat, yeah they swollen
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| These bitches don’t want it (they don’t), for real (I know they don’t)
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| Point out one bitch who own it (can't), for real
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| Your ghostwriter don’t want it and you don’t want it neither
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| I’m in love with this money and I’m not a cheater
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| Married to the guap and I’m never gonna leave her
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| Four shows in one night, I’m a overachiever
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| They all used to doubt me, now they all believers
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| Hangin' off the bleachers, they scream and go leer
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| They like what they see, yeah they wish they could be it
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| But they know they gotta spend a rack just to see her
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| Until Killuminati a new Bugatti (Skrrt)
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| I’m murderin' niggas and stackin' the bodies
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| My wrist treat him like a hobby
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| My crew full of killas, I roll with them jockeys
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| Can’t nobody stop me, not one bitch can top me
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| I could be a door and y’all still couldn’t knock me
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| Blood on my wrist, yeah that bitch is tsunami
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| Still a bitch nigga watch me pawn the shit he brought me
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| Rapping on a class, I ain’t stop till she caught me
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| Flossin' on TV, now my haters get to watch me
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| Tell the jeweler, watch please, I don’t care the cost be
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| Y’all ain’t really helpin' out the kids so don’t ask me
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| Cash please, hunnits in the bag please
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| Y’all niggas act, you can’t rap, trashy
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| Lick your top lip 'cause that motherfucker ashy
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| I hate a slut bitch who be playin' like she classy
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| Y’all bitches don’t want it, for real
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| Point out one bitch who own it (none of 'em), for real (I can’t)
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| Y’all bitches don’t want it (at all) for real
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| Point out one bitch who own it, for real (I'm sorry)
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| I-I-I-I swear to God they don’t want it
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| I swear to God I be on it
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| If I flex in it I own it
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| Motherfuck all my opponents
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| Pockets so fat, yeah they swollen
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| These bitches don’t want it (they don’t), for real (I know they don’t)
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| Point out one bitch who own it (can't), for real |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Want It , by - Killumantii. Song from the album Yellow Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп