| I ain’t takin' no shit, if so I reckon I quit
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| Lil bitch
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| How can I be so bold, so cold on a record like this?
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| Then switch
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| Girl can you make a lot of money, but you overcompensate with dumb shit
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| You’re not rich
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| Bitches wanna smile in your face, bass in your face, moving them hips
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| Like this like this like this like this like this like this like this like this
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| like this like this like this like this like this like this like this like this
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| Huh, hot champagne, for a damn day
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| Late night, early morning for the campaign
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| Shed my eyes, hypnotise but the lines in the eyes
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| Legs moving, these shoes that are hand made
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| Types of hoods run a globe got a stamp made
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| Couple homies I know throwin' lamp shade
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| Yeah you know I look over with the damn hate
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| And you know how it goes and its man made
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| One time for the Bay in the ay, huh
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| I don’t need the drummer no way, huh
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| So we keep the drummer okay, huh
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| And take a look how my hips just sway, ay
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| Please dont play 'round like you f’in with a dunce
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| Put it on the plate like you wanna feed me lunch
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| I ain’t gon' lie your love got a punch
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| Dance all night, we flyin' stunt much
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| The pain is appear when I had too much
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| Of DJ Fire and now we’re just such like
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| I ain’t takin' no shit if so I reckon I quit
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| Lil' bitch
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| How can I be so bold so cold on a record like this?
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| Then switch
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| Girl can you make a lot of money, but you overcompensate with dumb shit
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| He ain’t rich
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| Bitches wanna smile in your face, bass in your face, moving them hips
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| Like this like this like this like this like this like this like this like this
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| like this like this like this like this like this like this like this like this
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| Like this like this like this like this like this like this like this like this |