| Hello? |
| Yeah bitch, I said I’m on my way
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| Hello? |
| Yeah bitch, I said I’m on my way
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| The fuck? |
| Bitch I’m coming the fuck?
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| Woah! |
| Kenny! |
| Yeah!
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| I’m the bitch with the long hair and the top off
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| Talk tough, like a bottle top, we twist your top off
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| Had to hit the turn quick, just to get the narcs off
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| I''m the real deal, shawty, and you just the knock off
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| Pop it up no Coca Cola, I’m the one that pop off
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| Hit me on my Motorola if you need some narcos
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| I’ve been working every day, no I ain’t never call off
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| Talking shit on Instagram, that pistol make you log off
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| It’s upsetting that these bitches think they better than me
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| I got the bar too high, and it’s hard to beat
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| Gucci shades, head dark, so it’s hard to see
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| The easy part is getting money but it’s hard to keep
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| I know you seeing that I am busy, so don’t bother me
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| Like I passed every test, and it slaughtered me
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| You a stunt double, shawty, you a wanna be
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| See me on the scene, you know that I charged a fee
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| Like!
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| What, what, what, what, what, what
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| Bitches on my dick, so what?
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| What, what, what, what, what, what
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| It don’t matter 'cause I’m steady countin' up
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| What, what, what, what, what, what
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| Bitches on my dick, so what?
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| What, what, what, what, what, what
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| It don’t matter 'cause I’m steady countin' up
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| You can never handle a bitch like me
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| Make my own money, and I buy my own weed
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| If you touch my wrist then your hand gon' freeze
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| Beggin' for the kitty on his hands and knees
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| Who you frontin' on? |
| Come on girl, I know you a rookie
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| You got some followers, so what, do you want you a cookie?
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| I got promoters throwin' shows so they can say that they booked me
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| When I walk up in the mall, they be turnin' and lookin'
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| No race, I went easy 'cause the pace I been pushin'
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| In the storm, like a chef, they like, «Rico, what you cookin'?»
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| Probably one of these bitches' heads, I’m better than all the rest
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| No this is not a drill, oh, this shit is not a test
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| If you need to roll out, catch you actin' too hesitant
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| I bet you can’t count all this money that I just spent
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| They singin' to the feds like they Jazmine Sullivan
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| My racks too big, I just popped my rubber band
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| What, what, what, what, what, what
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| Bitches on my dick, so what
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| What, what, what, what, what, what
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| It don’t matter 'cause I’m steady countin' up
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| What, what, what, what, what, what
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| Bitches on my dick, so what
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| What, what, what, what, what, what
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| It don’t matter 'cause I’m steady countin' up |