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Paris Alghebri
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I don't fuck with these bozos
You know how it goes, bitches ain't really 10 toes, no
They have no control though
Isn't surprising when hoes speak on way more than they know, no
Bitches stay composed though
Fake it just like a photo, don't know how to hold their pose though
Turning up my nose though
All that friendliness is slow, woozy bitches gotta go go
I'm not someone you can stop
Can't even keep up your pace
Bitches wish they were my opps
These hoes are such a disgrace
Pussies pull up in the night
Real bitches come at your face
Hago lo mío
Y lo hago bien
Make bitches gossip with friends, yea yea
Yea yea yea
Let me talk my shit now
Bitches be so hit or miss, how you fumble the assist? Wow
Snakes they wanna hiss now, but you know they only hiss
Ain't nobody getting bit, wow
No need to persist now
'Cause you know I'm a resist now, can't even coexist now
Had to write my diss down
Then I add 'em to the list now
Unneeded and dismissed now
This shit feels like Mardi Gras
Bitches put on their parades
These hoes don't know how to act
Can't even call it charades
How's it that one can eavesdrop, but still can't hear what I say?
Me hacen reír
No me importa nada
Se duele verme brillar, yea yea
Yea yea yea
Writer(s): Paris Alghebri
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