| One thing I cant stand is a messy ass hoe
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| Always running her damn mouth
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| Always telling folks what she know
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| Shut the fuck up bitch
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| Cause you really sound retarded
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| Got folks outside finna fight
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| Over some shit that you done started
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| See that’s why I don’t fuck with these bitches
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| And none of the niggas
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| Cause they messy too
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| These niggas be lying
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| For the ops they be spying
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| And they be denying
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| The shit that be true
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| And these hoes ain’t one hundred
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| They flip floppy too
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| Start up some shit
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| And then blame it on you
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| Start up some rumors
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| That ain’t even true
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| Now you hearing shit about you
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| That you ain’t even do
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| Like «yes girl she said don’t show nobody
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| But I’m finna let you see»
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| But if she said nobody
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| Then why the fuck you showing me
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| You hoes ain’t finna hang with me
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| Tuh look I gotta go
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| And I ain’t got time for none of y’all hoes
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| Cause all of y’all petty miserable and broke
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| Look drop top be the coupe
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| Look shit on niggas like poop
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| I be strapped up like a troop
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| Running solo, fuck the group
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| If you ain’t the gang then you die with the opposite
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| Niggas can’t think for themselves they incompetent
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| I’m here to stop this shit, watch niggas copy this
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| I cannot operate in all the sloppiness
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| And I ain’t stopping until all of my bitches we’re riding in beamers
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| And I said I could do it but nobody ever believed us
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| We headed away so you know they call us the leaders
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| And these niggas, they copy cause they know they wanna be us
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| Red down I be dressing red down
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| Put my beamer in reverse
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| Just to turn that bitch around
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| Red down I be dressing red down
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| Put my beamer in reverse
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| Just to turn that bitch around
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| Look beamers, whips, chains walla
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| I need all the fucking walla
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| Look beamers, whips, chains walla
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| I need all the fucking walla
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| Red bottoms when I step
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| Messy shit that’s all she text
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| All her calls they get reject
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| All that lying gone get you checked
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| Chains on me heavy just look how it glistens
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| Engine so loud it’ll make a nigga listen
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| Ian signing shit, ion fuck with petitions
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| Had to run it up, had yo change my condition
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| How you gone talk shit from the phone that I bought you
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| Tryna cover shit up but we already caught you
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| And that supreme headband must be glued to your head
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| Cause we ain’t never seen you in a picture without it
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| Is his phone on yet? |
| uh I doubt it
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| Ain’t pulled up or did shit else about it
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| Tried to say she don’t fuck with me or music either
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| But you was clapping for me like you had gonorrhea
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| Bitch
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| Red down I be dressing red down
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| Put my beamer in reverse
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| Just to turn that bitch around
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| Red down I be dressing red down
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| Put my beamer in reverse
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| Just to turn that bitch around
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| Look beamers, whips, chains walla
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| I need all the fucking walla
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| Look beamers, whips, chains walla
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| I need all the fucking walla |