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Yea I was born to be hated on and criticized Walk up in this hoe them bitches roll they eyes Niggas tuck they tees Tryna sell a fantasy That buckle bigger than yo dick, huh? You don't fuck with hoes who get government stamps and WIC, huh? Niggas love they image Lose they sanity but keep some clout Anyway, i wanna rage today I got my titties out Hot as 99, this pussy fye I stress a nigga out Fuck em once I never fuck again So keep me out ya mouth Feelings something i could do without I cut another line Kill me, hardest bitch up out the south I wanna see you try Paid for my position You ain't see the nights i had to cry Lost my fuckin mind Bought a strip of L and took a ride I don't love mе less I'm protected, thеy can't manifest Letras de cancionesGot no time for rest Got two babies strapped to either breast Know my baby daddy so depressed It's been way over a decade And he still a mess Still a nasty nigga He like girls who got a curfew Can't wait for the universe to smoke you Pray yo son ain't never nothin like you Caught him watching porn He just 11 and i'm scorned It feel like yesterday I watched him learn to walk And now we gotta have the talk Fuck it Im tryna teach him bout consent and shit That nigga bucking You nutted in the realest bitch alive You really lucky You woulda ruined them They precious, hoe Ya aura yucky Any bitch that fuck with you disgusting And she can't be trusted I had to get that off my chest Lets get back to the money Book me or i'm staying in my room Locals treat me funny Fuck up out my face with all that weird shit Im a real nigga Not a part of yo lil outfit I'm the spring Bitches bottled water I'm the fuckin source I love rock and roll He show me hole I make my bed and let him lie in it Lookin at the old me in the mirror Bouta hit a lick I miss that bitch sometimes She with the shit Remember when them bitches jumped me in the gym With all they friends Know they loggin in Watching little brittnee catch another win Love a bitch or hate her But you really can't debate it I'm that nigga And i'm realer than the bitches in the back And i'm tired of being humble I'm taking my niggas with me You ain't fuckin with me now Then bitch you might as well forget me Its too late for you If you ever crossed me, fuck it I dont have no hate for you I pray for you I promise Hope you get to feeling better soon I got shit to lose And shit to die bout I can't see a grave until my babies Out that trap house I can't be a slave No 9 to 5 I went my own route Bbyfuckinmutha Quick to put a bitch in time out If i'm a slut Just know i slut the hardest Aim at yo throat and i'm just gettin started Skeet on his face He blow me like a cartridge Dearly departed Kill these bitches while i rest in peace I ain't even took my bonnet off And bitches mad at me She say what she want I say what matter, bitch We not the same Please stop tryna cap up off my name You lookin like a lame Tired of playing games Like i ain't got a Glock Bitches talk to talk I shoot to kill I really will I'm just tryna pay my bills Tired of living with the roaches Roaches don't die, baby Numbers don't lie Swear to god, yea Yea Bitch Yea Roaches dont die Fuck a raid Gettin paid Nigga, numbers dont lie From Letras Mania