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Uh-oh, uh-oh Ay. ay Still that b*t*h with all the guys, like Janet and the Jackson 5 Told 'em I'd be rich by twenty-five, now hoes actin' surprised Made it out to Hollywood, I still ain't lost my ratchet side B*t*h think she flexin' in that fit, I told her, "Even maggots fly" Red eye I'm jet laggin' (Jet laggin'), since rode in the band wagon (Band wagon) New whip, I don't even wanna drive that sh*t, prolly let my mans have it (Skrrt, skrrt) Folks know I got a Xan habit If you pull the Glock out, I wouldn't stand by it (Watch out) This that drip that ain't online, you'll have to go hand buy it Yeah, A-M-G-6-3, with the window tint, I don't even see no b*t*h (I don't even see no ho) Know I'm a star I could go bar for bar, I don't even need no hit (Uh-huh) Princess cut, my diamonds crushed up, had to go bleed my wrist Neiman Marcus, private shopper, had to double C my fit Very rare, perfect derriere, I give him hell though I’m everywhere, Gucci carrier but I don’t sell, dope Got all these n***as trippin’ Shoe ain’t laced, go switch to velcro Think you steppin’? Get to poppin’ at your feet You rockin’ shell toes Me and mine? We gon’ ride like it’s Universal Foreign cars outside you b*t*hes ain’t never heard of Goin’ off everytime and I can tell it hurts ‘em If you on the other side, I hope you take it personal I cannot go back and forth with you, I got work to do (Lil' b*t*h) You don’t have to see me, you gon’ hear me first Them Perelli's skirting, ooh Bank account checked up, VVS’d up B*t*h, I got right now, f**k who next up I'm so f**kin' dope, I might just make my own strain How these b*t*hes ain't got clout but tryna make a OnlyFans? (Dummy) We made it so I'm faded just like when the song ends I'm so up, next offer I might tell the label, "No, advance" I ain't tryna make new friends, but I'll let that n***a be my Paypal Mean muggin' phone like a horn[?] With some real b*t*hes, we don't fake smile Pretty as f**k, so whenever he nut, n***a tell me don't put my face down Slim and Shady, spit it like 8 Mile B*t*hes only hitting from the waist down Very rare, perfect derriere, I give him hell though I’m everywhere, Gucci carrier but I don’t sell, dope Got all these n***as trippin’ Shoe ain’t laced, switch to velcro Think you steppin’? Get to poppin’ at your feet You rockin’ shell toes Me and mine? We gon’ ride like it’s Universal Foreign cars outside you b*t*hes ain’t never heard of Goin’ off every time and I can tell it hurts ‘em If you on the other side, I hope you take it personal I cannot go back and forth with you, I got work to do (Lil' b*t*h) You don’t have to see me, you gon’ hear me first Them Perelli's skirting, ooh Bank account checked up, VVS’d up B*t*h, I got right now, f**k who next up
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