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Leoshe Tishia Davis
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Y'all be giving doll vibes
I don't really do the Child's Play
Put the Uzi to they Verts
Now it's going my way
Imma keep it real
Till I'm limp and my hair grew
Ya fav the type to tell
And rob a nigga out his free days
Man I'm on a race
You can say that it's relay
Known for crackin bitches
I'm always givin free base
With no coach or teammates
A Davis no Deray
And rap bitches owe me
Like a mafuckin rebate
You either want diamond
Or aluminum foil
You either want it well done
Or you want ya shit broiled
I always been the shit
Cause I keep a bitch soiled
Now everybody bow down
And get into this royal
I be getting what I want
You can say that I'm spoiled
5W30 With the shit
Yea I got all the oil
I be having tunnel vision
I been putting in toil
Been on a marathon
And I'm about to pop like a boil
Imma always benefit
Cuz you bitches is doubts
We on two different paths
They ain't even in route
Did it for the love and money
Y'all queen did it for clout
And he ain't meet me at no deli
But it wasn't a drought
Always tuck my Mac
But I miss Miller
The game need more
And I ain't talking fillers
One time for Max
But this beat screaming Bigga
And I come with more pages
Than Anna Wintour's
No Serena but I'm really
With the back and forth
It's still my go so you know
I'm about to snatch the torch
Bitches really ain't outside
I stay on my porch
And I don't do it for the pictures
Man that's word to North
Other chick gon hold you up
I hold down the fort
Here to organize the shit
You can call it sort
All of them ducking me
I ain't talkin Bjork
I'm a celebration
So I make them pop the cork
If you movin like A
We bout to Boogie
My vibe a Buzz
I be givin niggas Woodies
I'm tryna stack more chips
Than a cookie
I'm posted with the Vets
While you grillin with the rookies
No Dolja
But my Cat stay Juicy
Take me or leave me
I'll never been a groupie
I'm the pick
So they always gone choose me
Always bring the noise
They could never mute me
Cuz
Jay knew Foxy wasn't
Deaf she was Frontin
It's a lot of new bitches
But they nothing
Imma Push them to the T
So I'm hunting
Givin reunion vibes
But niggas ain't my cousins
Cuz
Y'all be giving doll vibes
I don't really do the Child's Play
Put the Uzi to they Verts
Now it's going my way
Imma keep it real
Till I'm limp and my hair grew
Ya fav the type to tell
And rob a nigga out his free days
Y'all be giving doll vibes
I don't really do the Child's Play
Put the Uzi to they Verts
Now it's going my way
Imma keep it real
Till I'm limp and my hair grew
Ya fav the type to tell
And rob a nigga out his free days
Writer(s): Leoshe Davis
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