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I'm a grown ass fucking woman, I'm 21 years old, don't fucking show up my face Don't text my phone number, delete my fucking number and delete me off of Instagram fucking little boy, dumb ass bitch And if you got some shit to say about it— I got mood swings trapped up in my brain Runnin' in the rain, pull up like Bruce Wayne Bitch, I do things that I can't explain Bitch, don't say my name, unless you moan my name I see blood stains all up on my sleeves They might not be me, that shit not it, chief I'ma smoke 'way all my fucking pain This shit not a game, king, I'ma reign (Lum-lum-lu-lum) That's the choppa with the drum, hey We shoot for fun like it's January 1, hey We do them drugs, I got smoke up in my lungs, hey Thеy poppin' pills, now they tweakin' like thеy dumb, hey I had to separate myself so I could get the bag I had to do it by my lonely, now I got hoes mad When I was hungry, they ate without me, nigga, remember that We was thuggin' out here reckless, in and out like bags I got mood swings trapped up in my brain Runnin' in the rain, pull up like Bruce Wayne Bitch, I do things that I can't explain Letras de cancionesBitch, don't say my name, unless you moan my name I see blood stains all up on my sleeves They might not be me, that shit not it, chief I'ma smoke 'way all my fucking pain This shit not a game, king, I'ma reign (Lum, lum, lum) Money comin', bitches callin' Bottle callin' alcoholic What I call it, what she call it She tryna suck my Whatchamacallit Gang went up and niggas fallin' This life a door, it keeps revolvin' I get so mad when bitches try to fuck with me Shut the fuck up, suck up on this dick and kick her out the room I met her in the mornin', then I fucked her in the afternoon I jumped up into the game and told my idol I'ma see him soon If I'm with Zay, the bodies droppin' We talk to hoes, don't talk to cops And if she tell, then we get hot I got mood swings trapped up in my brain Runnin' in the rain, pull up like Bruce Wayne Bitch, I do things that I can't explain Bitch, don't say my name, unless you moan my name I see blood stains all up on my sleeves They might not be me, that shit not it, chief I'ma smoke 'way all my fucking pain This shit not a game, king, I'ma reign Officer, officer, raise the fuck up, officer You gon' try to search my trunk because I'm Mr. Popular Officer, officer, raise the fuck up, officer You gon' try to search my trunk because I'm Mr. Popular Officer, officer, raise the fuck up, officer You gon' try to search my trunk because I'm Mr. Popular Officer, officer, raise the fuck up, officer You gon' try to search my trunk because I'm Mr. Popular From Letras Mania