(Hey, Juce, let me know sum)
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She be posing like a model on her Instagram post
Finna go to this party, she saying I can't go
She be worried by herself, nobody else no, no
She talking crazy in the message, got me like whoa, woah
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Look, I got the baddest in here, I got the baddest in here
Lace laid all the way down, she be doing her hair
When I woke up, she was laying in my bed, said what you doing here
She better get right with the program, told her this game that we playing ain't fair
She got, Bottega on her feet
She got, got her own, she don't really need me
Or not, she be asking me to buy her double G
Ah, you got the money, Tell me why you asking me for lip gloss
She got Chanel on her purse now
Lil mama, she don't want it plain, she want it buss down
Oh, she got, a bag she don't need no nigga, she got
Bad Mami, she got that pussy baby drowning me
She know ain't no nigga beat it down like me
Top Tier bitch in a Benz six three
I still make sure your bags double CC
She gon walk around like she don't need me
Lil mama you got it
Cause lil mama you got it
Face and that body, lil mama you got it
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