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Why these bitches always try to get like me
The pussy dry, can't even get wet like me
Copycat styles, you want to drip like me
Ass fat with a tat, baby just hype me
How many times I gotta say that shit
DJ, baby, replay that shit
Think they forgot I'm the hottest hit
Don't make me repeat myself, I don't like that shit
Fuck a ghost, baby I write my shit
I'm giving credit if I chart this shit
No label ownership, I own my shit
But ima fuck with you if you on some real ass shit
I'm a wallflower, I stay out the mix
But I'm still a mother fuckin' real ass bitch
Low low low, when the 808 hits
Toes toes toes, baby rocking yo hips
New bitch who dis
They gon' make me pop my shit
New bitch who dis
Who knew these fellas could rock with Jella
New bitch who dis
They gon' make me pop my shit
New bitch who dis
Who knew these fellas could rock with Jella
If my attitude changed, it's cause your shit stank
I like to talk colors like my bestie Ben Frank
Bands, bands, bands, and I'm hitting the bank
She a hottie with a Mazzi, like this shit was a game
Switched out all the rounds, now all they shooting is blanks
This is just a preview, I got more in the safe
Im writing books like my name was Anne Frank
I be on my ninja shit like it's Ratchet & Clank
Fuck a storyline, put y'all on my timeline
15 years old, fucked over the first time
Trust nobody since then, baby that's a crime
Stayed alone and dropped my first EP in my prime
I'm a wallflower, I stay out the mix
But I'm still a mother fuckin' real ass bitch
Low low low, when the 808 hits
Toes toes toes, baby rocking yo hips
New bitch Who dis
They gon' make me pop my shit
New bitch who dis
Who knew these fellas could rock with Jella
New bitch who dis
They gon' make me pop my shit
New bitch who dis
Who knew these fellas could rock with Jella