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(Tay Keith, f**k these n***as up)

I'm legend, my life should be studied
I come from nothing, ran up a thirty
F**ked on a superstar b*t*h and her buddy
Christian Louboutin, yeah, I be bloody
I'm not a crip, but I got blues in my pocket
Too many blues won't fit in a wallet
Christopher Wallace (Wallace), everything B.I.G., we are the hottest

Your b*t*h outta pocket, I'm f**kin' her (F**kin' her)
Your b*t*h a lil' bigger, I'm duckin' her (Duckin' her)
Your b*t*h a lil' baddie, I'm cuffin' her (Lock her up)
I turn your lil' b*t*h to a hustler (Money up)
Your b*t*h on that dope, she a customer (She gon')
I'm tirеd of your b*t*h, had enough of her (I'm tired)
Shе like cars, we f**ked in a Cullinan (Ooh-ooh)
Got the umbrella up

We made it to water (Extorted)
Sixty minutes and I had her draws off (Woo)
How you let a b*t*h make you fall off? (How?)
Ayy, come get your b*t*h out my call log (Please)
A hundred missed calls, I block her (Hello)
Oh yeah, she determined, can't stop her (Damn)
She blew a bag at the doctor
Thick-thick like she eat cornbread and pasta (Yeah)
Yeah, my type of b*t*h don't need nan' n***a (Damn)
She got a boutique and a cold figure (Damn)
You know she young, got an old n***a (Yep)
And she gon' keep a few hoes with her (Oh)
B*t*hes be salty, so they be subbin' 'em (Sub)
N***as be thirsty, b*t*hes won't f**k with her
She on her sh*t, for real (For real)
Got her a** done, but it looked real
Your b*t*h outta pocket, I'm f**kin' her (F**kin' her)
Your b*t*h a lil' bigger, I'm duckin' her (Duckin' her)
Your b*t*h a lil' baddie, I'm cuffin' her (Lock her up)
I turn your lil' b*t*h to a hustler (Money up)
Your b*t*h on that dope, she a customer (She gon')
I'm tired of your b*t*h, had enough of her (I'm tired)
She like cars, we f**ked in a Cullinan (Ooh-ooh)
Got the umbrella up (Go)

That ain't your b*t*h, that's our b*t*h (Mine too)
We just gon' keep her at your house (Then what?)
You spent a thousand at Ruth's Chris (Tricked off)
I took that b*t*h to a dope house (My hood)
Do you see the difference? It's plenty (So many)
Hand out emoji you know I'ma give it
And my eminent would a girl from my city
Soon as she get drunk, we gon' film us a flicky
I'm deep in my duffle, roll up me some Truffles
Wherever I go, it's a smoke out (Puff that)
My b*t*h got a bubble, I beat it like she get in trouble
Get wet as a bust down
Told her stay out my business, go get you a business
She talk to a vendor on WhatsApp
He mad as a b*t*h, let me find out
Had his ho at my Honeycomb hideout
You the type let a b*t*h get you for everything
In me, not on me, I know how to play it man
Them n***as corny, she f**k with the Bread Gang
Shot my shot with a switch, I got dead aim (Bow)
Still wishin' they had me, ex bitter b*t*hes
You couldn't pay me to pay 'em attention (Nope)
She follow every rapper with a Richard Mille
Tryna f**k her way up, get a meal ticket (Facts)
Your b*t*h outta pocket, I'm f**kin' her (F**kin' her)
Your b*t*h a lil' bigger, I'm duckin' her (Duckin' her)
Your b*t*h a lil' baddie, I'm cuffin' her (Lock her up)
I turn your lil' b*t*h to a hustler (Money up)
Your b*t*h on that dope, she a customer (She gon')
I'm tired of your b*t*h, had enough of her (I'm tired)
She like cars, we f**ked in a Cullinan (Ooh-ooh)
Got the umbrella up (Go)

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