Correction Lyrics She Bad! by Vita Flare

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This a fast life, b*t*h I'm in the fast lane
I can't hit you back, I know you just want my clout babe
Now I got my bag right, b*t*hes want my last name
F**k her do the dash all these shawties are the damn same
My money long, won't take no loss
These other rappers only talk, I let them watch
Knew since a kid I'd be a boss, I call the shots
I got some 100’s spend it all, feel like f**k the cost
Make it back tomorrow, yeah

She say I'm next tell her pull up to my set aye
Collect the cheque now she taking off her dress aye
Ain't tryna talk shawty off them drugs
She just wanna f**k, she just a fan
Cannot be your man, ain't no holding hands no
Remember last year they ain’t know my name
Crazy how this life can change
I will never be the same, sh*t
Touch down I be winning like I'm Brady
When I gotta clear my mind
I smoke some woods up with your baby
She a hottie from the 6 she tell me that she wanna date me
Ever since I started rapping all these hoes been acting crazy, yeah
They call me nice on the mic oh you like that?
Take no advice 'cause I'm right all the time yeah
Shawty tell me she in love
She won't even get a hug
She just wanna kiss and touch
I cannot trust she gonna bust down
She ain't ever seen my scars
Know some b*t*hes took my heart
Tried to leave me in the dark
I'm going far b*t*h, I'm a star now
This a fast life, b*t*h I'm in the fast lane
I can't hit you back, I know you just want my clout babe
Now I got my bag right, b*t*hes want my last name
F**k her do the dash all these shawties are the damn same
My money long, won't take no loss
These other rappers only talk, I let them watch
Knew since a kid I'd be a boss, I call the shots
I got some 100’s spend it all, feel like f**k the cost
Make it back tomorrow, yeah

Your b*t*h just hit my line she saying that she love my songs
Say she listen all the time and she just hope that I respond
You be wishing while I grind another level's what I'm on
They ride my d**k 'cause every song I drop I never do no wrong
Yeah they said I'll never make it that sh*t don't get to my head
Told em I'ma let the music talk so I been saying less
And I know you f**kers hate me 'cause I'm winning getting bread
On the low you making music tryna be me save your breath
They show me fake love
Now I don't even know whats true
I got some paper
But I’m alone up on my coupe
I heard you say some
I know you see me making moves
Right when i wake up i get to work don't hit no snooze
Life changed so fast off the addy won't crash
In the whip do the dash shouts out my homie Nash
I'm counting fake friends too many they used to not feel me
I don't want no fake love but i can't find the real thing

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