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Oh my God ladies and gentlemen You remember me, long time Shawty lurking on my page, better watch me flow Hit the boomerang, and let em watch me slow Hit the zoom again, and let em watch me close Not to boast, i made it in your face like Hibachi stoves Wok Wok Wok I love dealing with a rich nigga (rich nigga) I love dealing with a rich nigga Cause he gon trick and imma trick But he gon trick bigger My last nigga was a fraud It was a big difference I gave my heart, this nigga put it on a bitch picture All black in a range And it's been a year The Cartier cover the frame of these denim tears I occupy the lane of the game, these bitches fear I mean really What the fuck is you saying? These bitches weird You a bottom feeder Me I'm in Ottolinger Winter, spring, summer and autumn, i order either I'm in AREA, The Attico, JPG I'm in Gallery, Givenchy and Dion Lee I mean the Webster, Yeah they text me like every week, And the collection No question, just get me three Get respect without twerking for em, up in the stu I get checks without working for them I'm Twitter Blue Civil with who Me Bicker with you I'm like Rsv mixed with covid Sicker than flu I put RnB, mix with poetry, this is new You take Lauryn, me, Jigga and H.E.R., and you get the truth You think you Big Meech, a big reach You's a big bitch, Start calling you big sis I could never talk to little homie, the little guy Who gotta wait for the big homie to get the tab The last up, the Casper The little nigga they send to go get some backwoods Wooo I'm just cringing at the thought Ben Simmons when in Philly I'm just sitting on the floor, like oh boy