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Okay Ah shit let's go Ayy Ayy They tried to count me out, but I'm still countin' up Ain't fall off, I fell back, been put up nine months Just dropped my son hoe, yeah I'm the don hoe In the drive-thru in the foreign, two-piece combo These bitches ain't seeing me, I think they blindfold I get the paper, cause that other shit I ain't got time for I'm on these bitches' ass, hood bitch with class Want a feature from the realest, hoe just pay the tab Always in the trap, 40 on my lap, (Yeah) 50 on the wrist, 100 on the slab All my bitches with the shits, yo bitches ain't never slide And we always in the streets, hoe we never hide All you nothing-ass, manly-ass, hoes belong in Rikers Bitch, you just a fuck, and ain't no nigga wanna wife ya He got to be the G.O.A.T., I let him take me out the game What the fuck I look like, getting pregnant from a lame Bitch I look good, check Got my money up, check I'm the finest, richest baby mama you ever met If you look good, flex If he broke, ignore the text I'm the finest, richest baby mama you ever met Let me pop my shit, call me boss bitch HB I don't chase these niggas, all these pussy niggas chase me Oh, that's your baby daddy, yeah that nigga wanna taste me Beat a bitch like Ivory, make her leave the house like Legacy Uh, bitch, I said what I said Never been no snake, hoe my skin never shed Mollyhead ass hoe, you still tweaking off the meds Had a bun in my oven, still gettin to the bread I'm from Dade hoe, but I'm in Lauderdale I'm in Parkway with a big Chanel No Gucci, I'm so icy, double C get like me Got the Mac or the 40, let these bitches try me Bitch I look good, check Got my money up, check I'm the finest, richest baby mama you ever met If you look good, flex If he broke, ignore the text I'm the finest, richest baby mama you ever met Bitch, I look (good) Ayy These dirty ass bitches Y'all hoes now what time it is Bitch, I look good, smell good, walk stank Yeah bitch, I'm in this hoe (and is) Just in case you bitches probably thought that I was gone And, Oh, Hood Brat she done had a baby, she done had a baby Pussy ass hoes I'm still on these bitches necks I'm still in you motherfuckin' hoes chest Fuck y'all, talk bout, like, y'all don't ever fuckin' play with me Don't ever get it misconstrued from one of these weak-ass hoes and a bitch like me Cuz I'm always in y'all motherfuckin' chest Yeah, I look good What
Writer(s): Myles Walden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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