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    Uh, yeah
    Some regular degular, bloody bars

    I swear to God, they ain't wanna see me leave the club
    Got up on my shit and now they scared to show me love
    They'd rather see me on the pole twerkin' it for dubs
    I guess I really gotta show them what the fuck is up
    I'm on some other shit, that Cardi B gutta shit
    Every time I catch a hating bitch, she on her stutter shit
    Can't finish her words but on Instagram thuggin' shit
    You set yourself up, don't make it seem like
    I be buggin', bitch
    And niggas hatin' on me, really be upset
    I don't know, make me wonder
    what you got between your legs
    You a real nigga mad at a bitch for getting bread?
    You's a bitch from birth, you just grew a third leg, woo!
    Bite down, bite down, it was crunch time
    Yeah I skip all of them bitches in the lunch line
    I put in work, now I'm here at the front line
    Ready for the bullshit, I swear it's on my bloodline
    Touch mine, getting slumped, slimed one time
    Pump blind, bitches quick, then I dump mine
    Pull up with the Gucci clutch, spitting clutch rhymes
    Flyer than a big big B with a Blood tie
    Don't do much, she get hard when I bust wines
    No straws for this juice box, got one time
    Last nigga I was with went insane
    'Cause my head game movin' hills
    like I'm lookin' for the sunshine
    I'm a Bronx bitch birthed from the hip-hop
    From the block to the tick tock in the Patek watch
    Quick drop with the cash, couldn't fit the Ziploc
    Grips locked, get your shit popped in my flip flops
    Walking out, but every dollar, I still want it all
    Now he wanna nail me, I could give your man a cure
    You gotta mail me, but I don't check my spam at all
    Never feel what you're sayin' like I'm usin' Anbesol
    Travel all around the states getting nice checks
    I was tourin' off a tape, I had a hype set
    Is that the reason all these niggas wanna pipe next?
    I'm a creep, bitch, see his dick through his Nike Tech
    Got 'em all scared, I ain't even strike yet
    Wire up jaws when I swing if the mic stretch
    I recall, took the right steps, had a shot
    So I took the shit, now this game gon' need a life vest

    I said, woo!

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