| Niggas know the name
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| Bitches know the name
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| Hoes stay in lane
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| Just in case you didn’t know
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| Vita be that feisty chick
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| Not really impressed with ice and shit
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| See I’m more concerned with dough
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| How to stack it and let it grow
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| Picture me in a custom drop five double O
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| Y’all don’t know
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| I spit it sick like Lupus
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| Each bar making it hard for you to dupe this
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| And the truth is I’m nothing nice
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| Late night on the corner with my thugs throwing the dice
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| This is for my, slick cats moving some 'vest
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| And all of my bitches who’s stripping trying to pay for some messes
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| Don’t get discouraged get your dough mama
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| You better know I’mma milk this game until I’m filthy
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| See how I’m built G
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| Genuine dime one of a kind
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| So what you selling I ain’t buying
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| So nigga, stop trying
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| Straight out the gate, five hundred thou in one week
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| Making it hard for you broads to eat
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| Who that bitch be, bitch be?
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| Vita, Vita, Vita
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| Vita, Vita, Vita
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| Who that bitch be, bitch be?
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| Vita, Vita, Vita
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| Vita, Vita, Vita
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| Who that bitch be, bitch be?
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| Niggas know the name
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| Bitches know the name
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| Way ahead of the game nigga
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| You like it? |
| Want it?
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| Get it got it and flaunt it
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| Vivid and hotter than a lot of broads they timid
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| If you hearing that hot shit
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| Then you know that I spitted
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| And bitches you shitted on
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| Then you know that I shitted
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| I never been the type to like to hound no nigga
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| My world don’t revolve around no nigga
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| See I don’t put it down for niggas
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| Cock and bust rounds for niggas
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| And took pies out of town on Greyhound for niggas
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| It’s Vita, diva mami you find me in a two-seater
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| Leaning low for the Jersey Turnpike blowing drogue
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| Balling like Rebecca Lobos
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| Spitting this fire so you birds will burn
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| What it’s gone take for y’all to learn?
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| That you broads got fat while I starved it’s my turn
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| It won’t stop until well over a billion is burned
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| Straight out the gate, five hundred thou in one week
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| Making it hard for you broads to eat
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| Who that bitch be, bitch be?
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| Vita, Vita, Vita
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| Vita, Vita, Vita
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| Who that bitch be, bitch be?
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| Vita, Vita, Vita
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| Vita, Vita, Vita
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| Who that bitch be, bitch be?
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| Niggas know the name
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| Bitches know the name
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| And ain’t shit gone change
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| Now all my bitches is you with me?
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| We get it on, uh and sip Don, if the Cris is gone
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| And all my niggas is y’all wit me?
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| Uh, holding the block down
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| And all of my thugs
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| Up north on lock down
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| Yeah miss lady and at times I’m shady
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| And I prefer half on some chips
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| Instead of half on a baby
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| Don’t get it twisted
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| I love the youth
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| And got love for all of my mamis
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| That’s gone stand behind me it’s our world
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| We shine like diamonds and pearls
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| And I confess I’m one of the best
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| Coming straight out the gate
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| Scanning five hundred thou in one week
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| Making it hard for you broads to eat
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| Who that bitch be, bitch be?
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| Vita, Vita, Vita
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| Vita, Vita, Vita
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| Who that bitch be, bitch be?
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| Vita, Vita, Vita
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| Vita, Vita, Vita
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| Who that bitch be, bitch be? |