Letra

Listen, I'm outside the club, you disappeared We're both wearing nails, I could barely call your ass Oh, oh, you just texted me, never mind Yeah, fucking with a bitch like me never easy Been around the block a couple times, niggas greasy That nigga need me, I need a check, it ain't no secret Give a nigga Hell, he give me neck, bitch, we even Priceless, candy coated ice wrist Crack a hater teeth who can't compete, I'm not a nice bitch I ain't tryna kick it with you bitches, y'all some amateurs I'm a solid bitch, I handle pussies like a bachelor Pressure don't make nothing but a diamond, cop a couple chains Put it in a ring, now I'm flexing on my fucking pain I'm sorry for 'em, I'm so sentimental, shoot you in your dental Know my come up fuckin' with your mental, own it, you's a rental Mind your business, eat your fucking lentils, check my damn credentials You a hater bitch with no potential The coldest winter, grab a sweater, baby, bundle up I been way too nice, but now it's time for me to run it up I'm 'bout to piss these bitches off Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick I'm 'bout to piss these bitches off Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick I know I make these bitches sick Mutha, fuck that nigga, he gon' leave you for a yellow bitch She gon' fuck his credit and his life up, I could never trip Bitches love to play in my aesthetic 'cause it's cute to All that baby hair ain't worth a damn when niggas shoot you Bitches want to see me in the slammer, they don't bother me I don't beef for free, you want to smoke me? Pay the booking fee You want me to fail, bitch, I can't do your ass no favors I'm the truth and you a fable, been that bitch like fuck a label I'm a artist, not a piece of paper You hate me now but, on my life, that bitch gon' love me later I'm necessary for the culture, they can't run without me I'm still they mutha, fuck if they don't give a fuck about me I gave my struggle to the public and they ain't respect it If I was naked with a 30 inch, they'd label me the realest bitch I'm in this bitch, my kids all in the cut, they posted up like they on gang shit And all I make is fucking hits I'm 'bout to piss these bitches off Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick I'm 'bout to piss these bitches off Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick I know I make these bitches sick
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