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Hood b*tch (Remix)
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Keke Palmer
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Ay, hey, hey What was that? Oh, hold on (Kekeeee) It's your girl Keke "Keep a f**king bag" Palmer The devil work hard but Keke Palmer work harder Real life legend Authentic, ain't no guessing Raised in the game but I never changed just to make it I'm always with my mama My #1 partner We'll cuss you out together if you try and stop us Got my family on my back Never gon forget that 10 mill at age 12, now my account quadruples that But I don't really flex it I just be investing Quiet as it's kept I'm a relator in the making Black American dream Y'all know what I mean Standing on the shoulders of giants and that means I'm a queen Millennial diva Boss like 'Tifah Ass not fat but it rock like Tina Know the ropes like Jane Body and the brains I don't need to chase fame cause you already know my name These b*t*hes toilet tissue soft I'm the hardest out the A And if you got pressure, b*t*h Drop your addy on the way And I ain't killin' sh*t, b*t*h 'cause b*t*h know where I stay All these hoes don't like me Give two f**ks 'bout what they say And you hoes be suckin' d**k So don't put me in yo rap How you talkin' all that sh*t But know you really cap? I'm gone beat yo ass to sleep And I'm gone take you off the map And I heard she want my head-- Now here I go now, where you at? On my life, you looks a mess Why you chasin' for the clout? Let me call up on yo n***a And rub my cat all on his mouth I'm gon' f**k him in yo bed And take his money when he dip So don't speak on me again 'cause on my life, you f**kin' tripped On my life, you f**kin' wack You can't knock me for some sack I see yo bed sit on the floor I see that mattress in the back Told that lil' b*t*h I'm the goat And that hoe thought I was cap Heard that b*t*h 'she from the O' And, b*t*h, I'm all over the map Anybody wanna fight? On my life, I want the smoke b*t*h, I put that on yo kids And yo baby daddy throat And you know he ate my cat And he ate it from the back Then he took me to the mall I made that n***a spend a stack Tell that hoe "don't call my phone" 'cause that b*t*h, she out of place b*t*h, he let me drive your car He coming home, he on the way On my life, you n***as green And you know it's "f**k the law" All you n***as got that sh*t And I can't f**k you n***as raw Tell that b*t*h she better move 'cause you know I'm with the sh*t Count money, turn me on You hoes can have that petty d**k No, I had to write a song No, I had to drop a diss So you better leave me 'lone Before you end up in a ditch Make yo folks say "R.I.P" Heard you stay on D.I.P And a hoe can talk her sh*t But ain't no hoe gon' f**k wit me These b*t*hes toilet tissue soft I'm the hardest out the A And if you got pressure, b*t*h Drop your addy on the way Cap ass hoe You cap as f**k talkin' 'bout You got 50 racks on our head Cut that sh*t out, b*t*h You ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t, on God You just talkin' 'bout how you Went to ATL and Orlando b*t*h, cut that sh*t out Pull up, hoe. Pull up, pull up We all want the smoke Yeah, yeah, yeah, b*t*h
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