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(b*t*h, I'm fly, I feel like Birdman, respect my name)
Rrah, ayy, baow
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, could you turn my headphones up a little bit in this b*t*h?
Huh? Ayy, wait, b*t*h, look, woo

I paid a thousand for these shoes, watch how you boot me
Step on these, watch how a n***a step on you (Watch how a n***a step on you)
I got a b*t*h that's with the sh*ts, that ho be trippin'
b*t*h, you trip and I'll put that b*t*h on you (I'll put that b*t*h on you)
Boy, keep a Glock, ain't gotta c*ck, one in the head
Clip like a leg, you know this b*t*h hold thirty-two (You know this b*t*h hold thirty-two)
She say, "Um, yeah," well, since, "Um, yeah," b*t*h, give me head
Now let me show you what this f**kin' Addy do (Like what this f**kin' Addy do?)
And I ain't trippin' 'bout no b*t*h, see, you can have her
If she look my way, you know WhopBezzy had her (b*t*h, you know I had her too)
You ain't a rat, but hang with rats, so what is that?
My n***a, you's a f**kin', a Ratatouille (Say pop a Ratatouille)
f**k that boy, he done got finessed, he think I blessed him
But you know I had to go with the move (Yeah, b*t*h, I went with the move)
You think you dumb, well, b*t*h, I'm dumber, come and test me, break a rule
I make a b*t*h drop out of school (I make a b*t*h drop out of school)
This ain't no race, but sh*t, I'm winnin' 'til I finish
'Fore I lose, your people gon' be losin' you (Your people gon' be losin' you)
And b*t*h, I'm really 'bout my business when I'm spinnin' like some tires
And I don't need no f**kin' suit (b*t*h, I don't need no f**kin' suit)
I catch you anywhere, I'm crashin' like a wreck
b*t*h, call the people, you gon' have to f**kin' sue
'Cause I'ma put you in a suit, you gon' leave here in a hearse
I thought this b*t*h was with it, he was cappin' in his verse, oh my God
b*t*h, you owe me money, I need it now like f**k the first
b*t*h, I'm out here rollin' off an Addy with a Perc', yeah
I don't shoot my sh*t for nothin' 'cause b*t*h, I know it's workin'
Only time I open fire, I'm tryna put this b*t*h to work, yeah, baow, baow
Baow, this b*t*h hurt, huh
I'ma sin again, so I don't go to church, huh
And I'm a motherf**kin' boss, ain't gotta work, huh
I got the addy on you, I ain't gotta lurk, nah
Baow, baow, n***a
b*t*h, I'm comin' for you
I really came to get some pu**y, I ain't comin' for you
And look, that pu**y can't be good, this b*t*h ain't c*mmin' for you
Think you Ford tough, how you gon' dodge these f**kin' bullets when they comin' for you?
b*t*h, I'm fly, I feel like Birdman, respect my name, n***a
I'm the freshest n***a without jewelry, f**k a chain, n***a
I be high as f**k just like a plane, n***a
Text me like she bored, I wonder why? She with a lame n***a
Huh? What? Yeah, b*t*h, take your L
She say, "I swear to God, I love you," I say, "Go to hell"
This sh*t I'm smokin' on so loud, you can hear it yell
Before I let a n***a take somethin' from me, take me to my cell (Yeah, yeah)

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