| Where’s the spotlight?
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| A bitch about to steal it
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| I don’t mean no hard feelings
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| But you know I’m 'bout to fill it
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| Kill it
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| The nigga y’all sees is low so
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| That blindfold bitches fronting better say so
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| I’m swagging Omarosa while you know she’s well respected
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| In the West, well-connected on the East was finna beast on
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| Hip-hop hair with the wanna rumble
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| Any rap bitch trying to start shit, but I be humbler
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| Divide and conquer yo, I claim this life
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| Wether the fame come or not, I fucking slay you with a mic
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| I stayed awake all night plotting my takeover
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| Got a militia my nigga, things about to be over
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| I said that, that there said Blanco couldn’t do it
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| Same basic bitches talking shit. |
| Fuck it, nigga, show them
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| I didn’t do it for them then. |
| Why do it for them now?
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| It’s Blanco. |
| It’s all white, blinding all you clowns
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| Yo we tipped off, little rockers ripped off
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| Little shock a dick off, little papa piss off
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| Bitches in their bum seats stays out here looking hungry
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| Eating good, living good, we crispy like new money
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| Shine on 'em. |
| Shine, shine on 'em. |
| Shine on 'em
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| Grind on 'em. |
| Grind, grind on 'em
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| Mykki tricky. |
| Mykki feel so sticky
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| Mykki be so freaky, eh sticky
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| Like my, my, my Johnny Gilliam, Ima feel him
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| Handcuff him to the bed, and make him scream out to the ceiling
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| It’s Blanco the villainess, trillest bitch you dealing with
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| Y’all ain’t got to front cause I know you niggas feeling it
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| We in Virginia Beach boardwalking, bitches squawking
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| We gonna empty his pockets, but we fuck him and drop him
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| Hey, this much hype, motherfucker in the world
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| The real came in lipstick, dressed like a girl
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| I’m a handsome, come and do that in her city
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| With a joint up in my cleavage and a fresh-cut kitty, dog
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| (I'm on top of the world.)
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| I’m the pretty face with the Alaïa waist. |
| Bombshell status
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| Them bitches think they bad but we know we the baddest
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| Nigga I’m 'a shine like a brand new dime
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| You suckers better get yours, cause Ima get mine
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| Mykki tricky Blanco, yeah you might have heard of me
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| I rhyme so slick, my own verbs slip under me
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| Never been a worker beetle, never try to front on me
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| Scared bitches run from me. |
| Somebody take this gun from me
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| Come for me, I dare you to and then I’ll scare you
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| You might be Serena bitch, but trust me, ma, I’ll Blair you
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| Tear you into pieces, yeah I’m tasty like Reese’s
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| Break you down, work the Word like I was writing a thesis
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| What if Jesus played God’s son cause he’s the only one
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| Who can tackle my demons, quarterback all my evils
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| If Jacob Man’s the king I guess I’m his daughter
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| These boots are made for walking, and I’m Mykki Sinatra
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| These blunts are made for smoking and that’s just what we’ll do
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| And one of these days that Purple Haze is gonna' catch right up with you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Virginia Beach , by - Mykki Blanco. Song from the album Cosmic Angel: The Illuminati Prince/ss, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп