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Ooh, ooh Bitches can't f*ck with my moves I do what I wanna do Fast car go vroom Vroom, vroom Sweep 'em up like a broom Hardest bitch in the room Murder gang, no groom Racks, racks I need a whole lotta that Stacks, stacks f*ck around and tax all that I call the shots, I don't call back Sign shit like a Zodiac Man, you ain't hot, who told you that? You bitches lost, had Google Maps I take off the Louis V shades so I can see who really f*ckin' with me Thought you said I never was gon' be shit then why I'm dominatin' every city? And why your bitch payin' to come see me f*ck errybody that's against me I want all the smoke like a chimney Hit on top of hits I got plenty And I'm out to murder niggas' ghostwriters Put this heat to his hair like a blowdryer Pull up to his stu' in all black attire Can I step aside and set that bitch on fire? When I drop shit, bet they f*ckin' with it Used to call me broke 'cause I was late to get it I was on my boss shit at the night shift While you was on your knees suckin' dick to get it Diamonds dancin' on my pinky with it If it ain't come from Louis, you won't see me in it Got the foreign and they can't see me in it And I stay with bills like I'm Mrs. Clinton Google "boss bitch," what's the definition? But I keep poppin' up, call it repetition Man, take that jersey off, play your position Make hoes disappear, then kill a magician Ooh, ooh Bitches can't f*ck with my moves I do what I wanna do Fast car go vroom Vroom, vroom Sweep 'em up like a broom Hardest bitch in the room Murder gang, no groom Racks, racks I need a whole lotta that Stacks, stacks f*ck around and tax all that I call the shots, I don't call back Sign shit like a Zodiac Man, you ain't hot, who told you that? You bitches lost, had Google Maps Turn the volume up in this bitch Start a riot up in this bitch Better crank this motherf*cker so loud That the speaker's blow in this bitch How you mad 'cause I'm gettin' rich? Middle fingers to whoever switch f*ck your system up, I'm a glitch And I heard your new shit, it make me itch But bitches ain't f*ckin' with me, so I swear it up, 'bout to delete The only tracks you hoes every tear up Is them tracks you got glued in your wheat Flow sick as f*ck, I need meds Like the Advil, I'm at they heads Heard everythin' these hoes said Drop the skull emoji 'cause I'm dead My pockets green like backdrop Told 'em holla at me when the facts drop I'm the franchise, you the mascot Tell 'em quit starin', take a snapshot I'm the bigger picture, go connect the dots They don't think I see them when they scheme and plot Tired of babysittin', yeah, I'm finna stop All these hoes my kids, but I don't adopt Ooh, ooh Bitches can't f*ck with my moves I do what I wanna do Fast car go vroom Vroom, vroom Sweep 'em up like a broom Hardest bitch in the room Murder gang, no groom Racks, racks I need a whole lotta that Stacks, stacks f*ck around and tax all that I call the shots, I don't call back Sign shit like a Zodiac Man, you ain't hot, who told you that? You bitches lost, had Google Maps
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