| I popped a couple mollies
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| Then I hopped in that ferrari
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| With a couple ratchet bitches, all they wanna do is party
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| Got like 4 grams in my blunt (My blunt)
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| Promethazine in my cup (My cup)
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| Couple 808s in my trunk
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| I’m a bossy bitch, so wassup!
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| I tell 'em, bitch you ain’t got shit on me
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| Queen D, yeah the crown only fit on me
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| That’s why your man wanna feel on me
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| He fucking you, his mind still on me
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| Tell these bitches sorry, I don’t really mean to tamper
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| And I’m too legit to quit, you can’t touch it, MC Hammer
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| I got bitches who got bitches, they more badder than your bitches
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| And we hopped up in that party, let me call up some more bitches
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| Now we got that party bouncing, hittin' switches, hittin switches'
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| And you talkin' like you did this
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| But I lit this, you can witness
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| Now we turnt up and you turnt out
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| We burn it up and you burnt out
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| I’m caked up with my cakes out
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| And you eat that shit
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| One more time?
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| Now we turnt up and you turnt out
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| We burn it up and you burnt out
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| I’m caked up with my cakes out
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| And you eat that shit — Lil Debbie
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| (I tell 'em) Bitch, you ain’t got shit on me
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| You ain’t got shit on me (You know it)
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| Bitch, you ain’t got shit on me
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| You ain’t got shit on me
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| I tell 'em bitch, you ain’t got shit on me
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| You ain’t got shit on me, bitch you ain’t got shit on me
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| Queen D, yeah the crown only fit on me
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| They call me the baddest bitch
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| Lil Debbie got cakes like Trina
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| Might be rollin' off that molly
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| I’m still rollin' with that nina
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| Got like 4 hoes on my low pros
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| So we lookin' out for them pot holes
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| Bitch in the back keep my cup filled
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| Bitch in the front got my pot rolled
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| Bitch you ain’t got shit on me!
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| That’s word to the 510
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| Bay City everywhere I go
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| These bitches stay mad I know
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| Up talkin' that bossy shit
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| I be movin' like bosses do
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| White Range, Black Range
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| I’m so fly I could floss for two
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| Gold all on my neck, chrome all on my ride
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| Os all on my check
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| Bitch, don’t kill my vibe
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| Pop bottles in the VIP
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| All yall bitches outside
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| 10 hoes wanna leave with me
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| Tell them hoes, «lets ride.»
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| We got bitches that got bitches that more ratchet than your bitches
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| And your bitches want my bitches, so you leavin' with no bitches
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| Yeah we turnt up and you turnt out
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| We burnin' up and you burnt out
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| I’m caked up with my cakes out
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| And you eat that shit — Lil Debbie
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| (I tell 'em) Bitch, you ain’t got shit on me
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| You ain’t got shit on me (You know it)
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| Bitch, you ain’t got shit on me
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| You ain’t got shit on me
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| I tell 'em bitch, you ain’t got shit on me
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| You ain’t got shit on me, bitch you ain’t got shit on me
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| Queen D, yeah the crown only fit on me |