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Dominicquell Jasme'n Turner
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We flex in Giuseppe's with plenty of teddy to throw
You bitches ain't ready, we bout to get ready to blow
We bout to blow
Ooh, we bout to blow
We bout to blow
We bout to blow
We flex in Giuseppe's with plenty of teddy to throw
You bitches ain't ready, we bout to get ready to blow
We bout to blow
Ooh, we bout to blow
We bout to blow
Make a move if you dare, yea
Bitch we some slayers
So now that you've stepped in the lair
It's a Medusa conclusion prepare
And I got these hoes scared, yea
They're in despair
They burn form the words that I speak
Like a Flame Thrower I'ma go about it Scott Storch just to hurt em, then hit em with the heat
And I know its unfair, yea
Bitch I don't care
Boss is unlikely to share
With a basic ass bitch, Trap Queen turned snitch
That's a mistress, she's green don't compare
Get that shit out the air, yea
Yo bitch smokin reggie mayne
She's making me edgy mayne
I know she's not ready mayne
I'm getting that teddy Mayne
Yo bitch she don't like me huh
Take flight in them Nike's ma
Just Do It to spite me huh
Them hoes ain't sufficing huh
Yo bitch she so basic mayne
She's out here disgracing mayne
She knows I don't like her huh
But my Giuseppe's excite her huh
We flex in Giuseppe's with plenty of teddy to throw
You bitches ain't ready, we bout to get ready to blow
We bout to blow
Ooh, we bout to blow
We bout to blow
They know I'm a villian
They know I'm a thug
So bitch I'm dismissing yo feelings for real that's my mission on Blood
They know I'm the Trillest
They know I'm the Boss
I'm making more moves in these streets than a Uhaul that's hauling on route
Slide through hit the lane in the Range Rover
Leave pain on your brain like a hangover
Hit the ave, then the lab
Just mashed for the cash, dip dabbed on your bitch so its game over
Like MAC bitch, give yo ass a makeover
Money making Mitch shit its a takeover
Catch a flight while your chick gets a layover
I'm out getting rich, big stack bank folder
Yea, so now that were back on the air
It's an illusive exclusive affair
Bitches will beg, but will never be spared
And I won't be compared, yea
So all those beware
I span from the land of OG's
I'm looking so magical, but it's so practical
Giuseppe's all over my feet, Boss
We flex in Giuseppe's with plenty of teddy to throw
You bitches ain't ready, we bout to get ready to blow
We bout to blow
Ooh, we bout to blow
We bout to blow
Writer(s): Dominicquell Turner
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