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They just be talking, yeah They just be talking Don They just be talking, they don't be on shit, yeah And they mad cause I know that Not friends with no groupies, they cannot be trusted They all in the mix and they bopping like Kodak, yeah I cannot relate We got nothing in common Could go cop a watch you a wish on a shooting star for And I'll make sure it look like a comet I'm a young nigga who handling business, yeah Suit, tie, fitted Aint claiming nobody cause I'm doing me They know I ain't shit and I admit it Multiple streams of income Gotta check on my cribs, my tenants She pulling up and she eat up the D Master the p, no limit They know that I been the most hated since I was a baby I guess I be trying these bitches The fact that they just cannot take it's a fact I can't fake it I'm G6 flyer than bitches I'm talking Snoop, Wiz, higher than bitches Bitch, stop playing Baby girl know that she ain't on my level, come on The fuck is we saying And my necklace, tennis You don't wanna smoke it's shisha Your savings, that's pennies When it comes to these beats, I'm Alicia Back door, only So I ain't gotta put no piece up He fell in love with my number one groupie but she was a headache I hope that he keep her Hold on, back it up, back it up You getting a little close for me Nowadays y'all tripping out on some other shit It's getting coke to me Bitches be looking like less than a mess in a dress And if that's what you giveyou ain't shit to address These hoes be hating cause I be laid up like my lace I be straight and how these bitches press Ima Young nigga who handling business Yeah, suit, tie, fitted Ain't claiming nobody cause I'm doing me They know I ain't shit and I admit it Multiple streams of income Gotta check on my cribs, my tenants Yeah, she pulling up and she eat up the D Master the p, no limit They know that I been the most hated since I was a baby I guess I be trying these bitches The fact that they just cannot take is the fact I can't fake it I'm G6 flyer than bitches I'm talking Snoop, Wiz, higher than bitches Bitch, stop playing Cause baby girl know that she ain't on my level, come on The fuck is we saying Hold on, back it up, back it up You getting a little close for me Nowadays y'all tripping out on some other shit It's giving coke to me Bitches be looking like less than a mess in a dress And if that's what you give you ain't shit to address These hoes be hating cause I be laid up like my lace I be straight on how these bitches press
Writer(s): Jedah Johnston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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