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Scene
Yeah
Ayy
Thinking 'bout that devil in that dress
Fuck these bitches, they ain't shit
I know you just want me for my check
No, I'm not one of those industry bakerman
But bitch, I got that bread
Foot on top of your neck
You heard what I said
I spit fire
I can turn a little boy to a man
Oh, that's you that's thinking you big and bad
Wait 'til you see that big black van
These boys be on these spam accounts
Acting like they know something 'bout
The shit they don't know nothing about
They gon' get they brain tore out
Cut off your fingers, mail it to your mom
With the chain that she bought you for prom
Where the fuck all these puss-ass niggas came from?
I don't wanna know 'cause I don't wanna know em
You probably getting mad 'cause you used to the norm
In love with that pussy now you, mad, she gone
She said you was making love for hours
And still ain't even make her cum
Baby went and got her a real nigga
And left you at home alone
Now I'm hitting from da back on your ho
I'm running to the money, get the dough
You still at home typing on the phone
Inside your feelings, emo
Can't get no bitches, can't get no pussy, can't get no hoes
You ain't got no drip, look at you in your clothes
I spend all my money if i was you on designer shit too
The finest things in life never ever fucking mind, you
I'm not sorry that I had to creep from the side, now I'm behind you
Man, I'm finna go hit the store
Tell that lil' bitch to go roll some more up
The drink, lil' bitch, yeah, pour up
Get the bag, lil' bitch, let's go up
Get the bank, lil' bitch, let's go up
I'm sick, I spit fire, throw up