| I been that bitch and y’all can’t keep up
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| Talk yo shit, bet I won’t get touched
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| Cuban on my wrist, yeah that shit gone bust
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| Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much
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| Bitch you running yo gums, too much
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| And I like my funds, too much
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| Can’t fuck with no bums, cause I cost too much
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| They don’t wanna come around cause I floss too much
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| Uh, hoe you feeling tough then at me
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| Bank on slam dunk ballin' like an athlete
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| Bitch you a maid, you a lame, you a maddy
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| Hoe you done drunk too much, you getting aggy
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| Walk in the club, kill the scene, I’m a baddie
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| Drip got a whole bitch gang lookin' tacky
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| Got so many niggas I ain’t tryna meet ya mammy
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| Make ya baby daddy miss time with his family
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| These hoes foldin' and scrollin'
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| These bitches eyes is rollin'
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| You hoes sleep as hell, it’s giving melatonin
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| Yeah, I’m the baddest bitch, ain’t got no opponent
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| I gave you 60 seconds, you done had ya moment
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| Ricky on my feet, pussy on a lake
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| Gasping for air, begging for a break
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| Dinner being served, gon' make your plate
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| And if a bitch want beef, then I’m handing out steak
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| I been that bitch and y’all can’t keep up
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| Talk yo shit, bet I won’t get touched
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| Cuban on my wrist, yeah that shit gone bust
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| Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much
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| Bitch you running yo gums, too much
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| And I like my funds, too much
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| Can’t fuck with no bums, cause I cost too much
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| They don’t wanna come around cause I floss too much
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| I been that bitch and y’all can’t keep up
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| Talk yo shit, bet I won’t get touched
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| Cuban on my wrist, yeah that shit gone bust
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| Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much
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| Bitch you running yo gums, too much
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| And I like my funds, too much
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| Can’t fuck with no bums, cause I cost too much
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| They don’t wanna come around cause I floss too much
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| You niggas rap bout the sauce that I been had
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| I was paid 'fore rap, that’s a big bag
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| Yeah, bitch I’m it, but I don’t play tag
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| And we don’t suck no dick for no handbag (Nah)
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| Eat your favorite rapper, I could be the Pac-Man
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| Eat your favorite trapper, I could be the sack man
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| Gone pledge Kappa, cause you bitches steady cappin'
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| Crunchin' on you hoes, you can call me the captain
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| Yo rent cost my shoes
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| You cannot skip to my lou (To my lou)
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| Don’t stress how I do, I do me, do you
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| You know poppin' bottles ain’t a damn thang (Nah)
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| I got the hot sauce for my lemon pepper wangs
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| Bitch I kicked the door in, ain’t have to pull strangs
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| Yeah, I been the champ, I need six rangs
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| I been that bitch and y’all can’t keep up
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| Talk yo shit, bet I won’t get touched
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| Cuban on my wrist, yeah that shit gone bust
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| Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much
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| Bitch you running yo gums, too much
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| And I like my funds, too much
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| Can’t fuck with no bums, cause I cost too much
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| They don’t wanna come around cause I floss too much
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| I been that bitch and y’all can’t keep up
|
| Talk yo shit, bet I won’t get touched
|
| Cuban on my wrist, yeah that shit gone bust
|
| Tryna steal the sauce, hoe you doing too much
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| Bitch you running yo gums, too much
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| And I like my funds, too much
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| Can’t fuck with no bums, cause I cost too much
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| They don’t wanna come around cause I floss too much |