| I’m radio city, racks I got plenty
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| You don’t know a bad bitch like me it ain’t many
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| I can pull up in the minnie with my skirt real many
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| And let your nigga and tell me how he feel me
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| Yes I talk shit, and we tost middle finger
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| Speed off bad bitch
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| Big benz get money fuck friends
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| Get your elevate, out in DC
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| I met the finish line what a game inz
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| With my top off in my spaceship
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| I’m looking 3D I meet your face bitch
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| I’m radio city, racks I got plenty
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| You don’t know a bad bitch like me it ain’t many
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| I can pull up in the minnie with my skirt real many
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| And let your nigga and tell me how he feel me, 'cause.
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| I’ve been doing this shit I ready made the killing
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| I’m so sick I need something the ceiling
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| Take a seat y’all I’m in the building
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| My times up bitches, I’m in the building
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| Hands in the air, round of applause
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| Hands in the air I just shut it down
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| Hands in the air round of applause
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| Hands in the air I just shut it down
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| I skull on my time fin the talk sleep
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| If I ain’t the baddest bitch you can s*ck a dick
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| Deep rollie, suga coddie, you know I roll it
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| You know I through it up on whacks, so work it on it
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| The bitch independent, come or at least swag
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| Kim Kay curves, we trip kay bad
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| And I ain’t got to prove myself the name bitch
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| I’ve been making hits after hits after hits
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| I’m radio city, racks I got plenty
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| You don’t know a bad bitch like me it ain’t many
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| I can pull up in the minnie with my skirt real many
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| And let your nigga and tell me how he feel me, 'cause.
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| I’ve been doing this shit I ready made the killing
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| I’m so sick I need something the ceiling
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| Take a seat y’all I’m in the building
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| My times up bitches, I’m in the building
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| Hands in the air, round of applause
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| Hands in the air I just shut it down
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| Hands in the air round of applause
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| Hands in the air I just shut it down
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| P**sy on this nigga he came back to me
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| With a plate full of fame he said it’s all for me
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| I ain’t' wanna be a rapper can’t came to me
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| You bitches tryin too hard, it ain’t a thing for me
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| I’ve been whipping exotic, till your flights to a rise
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| Lands course to the goddess, bitch you know I’m the hottest
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| Now I’m addicted to rapping, this bitches they all rapping
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| 'cause now I’m back in the building, and it feels like I’m trapping
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| I’m radio city, racks I got plenty
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| You don’t know a bad bitch like me it ain’t many
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| I can pull up in the minnie with my skirt real many
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| And let your nigga and tell me how he feel me |