Texty

I got a side piece, I don't eat her, she like coleslaw Heard I got the hoes, she like choose, shit, y'all both raw Yellow tape around my heart, this shit closed off Heard he talkin' down, probably cause I hoed dog Hot head, huh, somethin' like a fever She gotta learn her raps, so how we gone believe her I told that boy his wraps, since he claim he ain't a eater He say money over bitches, boy, I hear you gettin' neither, huh Cook and clean, yeah, I ain't doin' either Stand up, why you loyal to a cheater Stayin' in the house doesn't make you hoes a keeper He ain't my cousin, ass, she don't lie, I believe her My nigga study rocks like a geologist He don't move, work, he invest in it and profit shit You ain't help me get it, why you clockin' it Not the type to block a bitch, be careful with that Louis, it's a glock in it They'd rather hate me than to say I'm hard I only listen to your music just to count my bars You like a trained dog, bitch, you ain't goin' far No, you like a limp dick, you ain't goin' hard, for real Got a degree just to prove a point, a graduate with honors Head stupid, he like, you on point, how is you a scholar I'm a hustler, I can really turn a penny to a dollar, yeah From the trenches, I'm comin' for the commas I got therapy once a week, I'm workin' on my temper They don't want me fightin' when I see her, I'm a themp her Claim she don't like girls, but let Pretty Brayah attempt her Claim she hard to get, huh, Pretty Brayah hit her Speeding' past you hoes, you bitches impeding traffic Y'all said y'all ran the city, lol, sis, what happened I'm talkin' Vae or Nikki when I say my sis be rappin I'm talkin' all you mad bitches when I say they cappin Say my name a couple times, I pop up like I'm Candyman Old as hell hatin' on me, who done let the granny in Booked and busy, flyin' out, comin' back, booked again Brayah weak, she can't rap, double-take, look again Movin' like a secretary, stackin' all my paper Mama did it by herself, so on Father's Day I thank her Came a long way from squattin', gettin' water from the neighbors I resonate with real bitches, silver spoons, hate her Guilty by association, smacked her, cause she knew about it If she said we beefin', please ask her what she do about it I got tunnel vision, I'm headed to the top My star power different, bitch, I'm everything they not Everything they not, ha ha Listen, I know everybody be bragging about how they dropped out Well, I'm bragging about how I graduated Now, I know my freestyle had nothing to do with that But listen, you can still chase your dreams And have a degree behind you, for real You can still finish high school, college, all that And chase your dreams, don't let these people fool you Okay? You ain't gotta drop out to look cool Cause I'm beautiful, and I'm educated, and I'm talented So, period
Writer(s): Debrayah Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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