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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kierra Nicole Edwards
Kierra Nicole Edwards
Songwriter
Morgan Jean Anderson
Morgan Jean Anderson
Songwriter

Testi

Life is amazing, star in the making
Bitches still hatin', I feel like the greatest
Didn't fight the clock, I was more than patient
One stop shop, but the spot went vacant
If I ain't getting paid, I can't make it
Everybody lovin', somebody gotta hate me
One OG and a bunch of mini me's
It's a million ways to get It, bitch get off your knees
Having different motion, so I walk like that
He cum to my voice, how I talk like that
This that suburb, pussy mixed with a lil' ratch
I could cry to Taylor Swift, or I could put on some Hatch
Too far in the game for me to ever look back
I ain't getting attached, and if they ask, it's taxed
You ain't got a second guess, if I said it's facts
I'ma keep it cute and clear like I just got waxed
Coming off the hip with this muscle and this grip
Feeling like Webbie 'cause you know how they trip
Back to the bubbles, man, it is what it is
I done did a lot of shit, but I ain't never gave in
They chose up, froze up, walking with they nose up
I'm a bougie bitch, but I still throw the fours up
Wouldn't let me through the door, now I'm riding with my doors up
Hold up
Return of the Mack, they gon' say that I'm crazy
Three months off, they may say that I'm lazy
I don't give a fuck, cause a human never faze me
This my movie, bitch, you can never tape it
Lights, camera, action, swear these hoes can't take me
For me to get active bitch, you gon' have to make me
Ki the best rapper, we know that's an understatement
Ki the best rapper, we know
Understand this, you can get stood over
Crazy as the fuck, I don't know what they told you
Heard it's a drought, we don't know what that's about
We be posted in the south, they just running they mouth
You'll think I'm dealing drugs by the way that I talk
I ain't dealing with no scrub, baby, show me your boss
Hoe Jè, be taking over, she the Key to my Dolph
May the marathon, continue, we still on the paper route
Grew from the dirt that they threw on my name
Now I'm popping my shit in they face like a bang
They tried to destroy me, I broke every chain
Went ghost on they ass, cause I know I'm a star
I'm feeling like 50, I'm patiently waiting
Play chess with this shit, mane they moves, be outdated
I'm calling the future, while wrapped in the present
My soul be too rich to be fucked up with peasants
Had to fallback, I'm reinventing myself
Say they fucking with me, nah, I don't trust that there
They be playing both sides, they ain't solid when they step
Showin love undercover I don't like that there
Cause I'm loud when I show it
I'ma put it in the air, grade A bitch
If I do it, it ain't average, talk big shit
Cause I was raised by a savage, top dog shit
I ain't never been a pup, been bossed up
Tell me who the fuck my crutch, got it off the muscle
I ain't need a leg up, kept it pushing like a broom
Now I'm sweeping bands up, if I want it, I'ma have it
Ain't nothing I can't touch, blood in these diamonds
My ancestor calling, I pick up the phone
My money be calling, I'm really about business
Don't fuck with these ****, they all in my way
Tell them, get out the kitchen
He say that he P, **** Who is you kidding, he sit when he P, man, that boy is a kitten
If you ain't gon' shit, ****, get off the pot
Got real bitches workin', they wrist for this spot
Got real bitches workin', they wrist for this spot
Written by: Kierra Nicole Edwards, Morgan Jean Anderson
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