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(Extra lemon pepper on my wings, ho) (I ain't got no rapper bitches on no sing, ho) I ain't got no rapper bitches I ain't got no rapper bitches Got it all on the night, bitch, I'm showin' out (Yeah) Filthy ass bitch, keep my name out your mouth (Dirty ho) I'm the pretty one and you just look okay Ask him for a bag and his reply is always, "Okay" Bitches play they part just to suck the same dick as me He tell a white lie, I make that nigga cop another key I was bad as fuck at school and, bitch, I'm still bad (I'm still bad) JT, convicted felon, and I'm still on they ass These Rick Owens, boo, these ain't prison pants (Prison pants) If the bag big enough, he get a second chance Smokin' on some shit, smell like a bitch floppin' down Used to be the shit, look at that bitch floppin' now Extra lemon pepper on my wings, ho I ain't got no rapper bitches on no sing, ho I'm in a relationship, lookin' real single Big titties slippin' out, yeah, it's givin' freak ho (Ow) Pink and purple, new diamonds Got my wrist frostbit (Ice) He ate my pussy on the yacht Letras de cancionesNow, bitch, he sick (What up?) JT tear the club up Just like I'm three-six Like a blocker, that re-rock He gon' wanna remix I'ma shake my dunk Valentino pumps I'm the one, but he love my ass Fat professor clumps On my Queen Bee shit He in love and he drunk I'm a Dade County bitch I shoot dice and play tongue Got it all on the night, bitch, I'm showin' out Filthy ass bitch, keep my name out your mouth I'm the pretty one and you just look okay Ask him for a bag and his reply is always, "Okay" Bitches play they part just to suck the same dick as me He tell a white lie, I make that nigga cop another key I was bad as fuck at school and, bitch, I'm still bad JT, convicted felon, and I'm still on they ass Extra lemon pepper on my wings, ho I ain't got no rapper bitches on no sing, ho (What up?) I'm in a relationship, lookin' real single Big titties slippin' out, yeah, it's givin' freak ho (Yeah, ow) Barely got your first Chanel, yo' coochie ready trash Like, bitch, you dog shit ugly, that's why you eating niggas' ass (Ew) I'm in Givenchy boots, calf skin on my calves (Ow) My nigga keep complaining, like, "Bitch, cover up that ass" I can't help it though, hood bitch, order me a number (Survive) I can Popeyes on them PJ's, then I'll put another Exotic pop, tweenies, double D titties, I stash his block (Yeah) Dusty bitches tryna funk with me, can't even afford a chop (Nah) Got folded in your clothes while you was in them, then you caught the cops You from whatever, nigga, you fuckin' at the time (I ain't blind) But the baddest bitch throwin' up beats (Woah) This Bottega AG (Banana) I'm pretty in real life, huh, like I'm JT (Stunna) Got it all on the night, bitch, I'm showin' out Filthy ass bitch, keep my name out your mouth I'm the pretty one and you just look okay Ask him for a bag and his reply is always, "Okay" Bitches play they part just to suck the same dick as me He tell a white lie, I make that nigga cop another key I was bad as fuck at school and, bitch, I'm still bad JT, convicted felon, and I'm still on they ass Extra lemon pepper on my wings, ho I ain't got no rapper bitches on no sing, ho I'm in a relationship, lookin' real single Big titties slippin' out, yeah, it's givin' freak ho (Ow) From Letras Mania