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(Ain't no fair, bitch we all stars) (Ain't no fair, bitch we all stars) Feeling all right, oh I got everything Designer problems, designer riches Enter the party, straight out of project X I met a rich nigga, we had some rich sex My body looking right, in my mugler Even my toenails match my underwear Pull up in some shit You've never seen my pussy glean These niggas grin That's why me and my bitches get all in their gream Nothing come between me and my things Rick Owen, Dior, Prada, or Selene I'm hot fashion bitch None of these bitches can match this wrist None of these bitches can rap like this Fuck cause' Driving on the cold night Fuck the law I'm trying to act all aggro tonight Fuck that bitch She could have been eating with me Letras de cancionesFuck that nigga He- He can't eat this pussy Dark nails, feeling very y2k Woke up moody, who the fuck am I gonna fight today 10, 10, 10s all across the board Way he wiv you, bitch, he always bored Way he wiv me, yeah we own the court Yeah it's always thorns behind the court I have to clean, but I wanna go to bed Bitches lurking, when they could be making bread Miu Miu, I don't know what do wiv you Go home, got my rapper on the runway too Bad, bad bitches and my entourage Ain't no stand-outs, yeah we all-stars Ain't no stand-outs, yeah we all-stars Big black trucks, they be like fuck cars All my bitches with the shit, I'm really rich All my niggas scammin' shit, it's always hits When you with me, bitch, we always hit When you with me, bitch, he ain't shit Bad bitches with designer glow Bad bitches with designer glow I'm a star, ho, bitch, I glow Pull up in a big black truck, I got a show From Letras Mania