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(Yeah) Just a young bitch from the bottom But it's lookin' lonely at the top (Facts) These hoes want smoke after they flopped And if you playin' neutral when it's up, you a opp If I found out you're flaw, ho, the picture gettin' cropped (Snip) Bitch gettin' blocked Slap JT, what they hollin' 'bout? (The fuck?) What y'all hoes smokin' on? Molly Rock? (Damn) That ain't how you livin', went from hittin' licks to the millions A boss ass bitch what it's givin' Soon as I jumped out the feds, I went to the bank Then I went and got ahead I been through a lot, had to pay my dues for some bad choices Now I'm hated by a bitch with a man voice I'm just gettin' to the bag, what they mad for? It ain't adding up, these hoes need a math course Talk behind my back and they smile in my face But I'm putting names on it, I ain't giving bitches grace (Nah, period) Let me cook though (Cook) Hold up, let me cook though This ain't the shade room blogs or the TV, ho If it's some pressure, better swang when you see me, ho (Swing when you see me, ho) Letras de cancionesBetter swang when you see me, ho Tighten up, better swang when you see me, ho Switched up on me, dang, that was easy, ho But if it's smoke, you better swang when you see me, ho And I don't hide, bitch, I hang like the TV, ho Birkin bag full of cheese, baked ziti, ho Rocks in my ear, can't hear all the shit talkin' How you trollin' and you sittin' in the WIC office? (Bitch) I don't fuck with the help, I do big bosses Pussy ho, you got a letter from your rent office What's tea shit gettin' out of hand Bitch, you love to talk shit when you really is a fan, bitch (What's up, ho?) Let me cook though (Cook) Hold up, let me cook though This ain't the shade room blogs or the TV, ho If it's some pressure, better swang when you see me, ho Better swang when you see me, ho Tighten up, better swang when you see me, ho Switched up on me, dang, that was easy, ho But if it's smoke, you better swang when you see me, ho From Letras Mania