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And my bitch is gor-gor-gorgeous Independent, straight out them apartments (Ooh) I'ma give her maximum performance (Ooh) I can't fall in love because I'm heartless, ooh, mmm, yeah (Ayy, ooh) Whole lotta murder when it drop (Ooh) Get the sticks, get the mop (Ooh) Glow seats, gang, goin' ape shit I'ma have the Patek, hold the sky Bad bitches poppin' 'til they not Tame Impala niggas in the cut smokin' pot Prada bag shawty, used the bitch as a prop And my bitch is gor-gor-gorgeous Independent, straight out them apartments (Straight out, straight out) I'ma give hеr maximum performance (Straight out) I can't fall in love bеcause I'm heartless Trophies hidin' in the nosebleeds Baby, get to know me, I got rich off no sleep Baby got the Rollie, workin' through the proceeds Baby, I go toe-to-toe-to-toe with the whole league Baby, let's get low-low Hidin' from them cameras, you can tell me what they don't know Take a private flight overseas with these logos Take a private flight to the breeze, fuck the promo (Shh, shh, shh) Letras de cancionesEgo jumpin' out the Birkin, bitch, go lay it down Niggas out here trickin' on you, how is this in style? He gon' send a little bit to keep you down And you might do a little bit to keep him 'round I like my women smart, I like it when they brown (Mmh) How did you buy that ass? Did you buy pound-for-pound? I populate the status, populate your crowd Man, let these hoes keep talkin', let 'em run they mouth And my bitch is gor-gor-gorgeous Independent, straight out them apartments I'ma give her maximum performance I can't fall in love because I'm⁠— Ooh, mmm, yeah (Ooh) From Letras Mania