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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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