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Uh, uh

Not the stick-around type (Nope), leave that to your mammy, ho

**** come around actin' bitchy, sneakin' Cameos

Leave-your-bitch-for-me fine, she ain't on my eye level (Nah)

I look like heaven on Earth, still treat him like the damn devil

Ask God, "Why bitches turnt?" He the reason (He the one)

With no hesitation, I put hoes in sit-down season (For real)

See so much of me in bitches, you wouldn't even believe it

I don't gotta say a thing, my presence do the speaking

What the fuck I look like sharin' a **** when I'm at my peak?

Tom Ford shimmer oil, in Miami, body tea

Always gave it, pieced up in the latest, none of this shit cheap

How the fuck you broke as hell, but always gotta kekeke?

Irked off on a bitch ****, had too many ho ways

I don't want the **** if the **** in his broke phase (If the **** in his broke phase)

Popped it all year, I ain't waitin' 'til my birthday

My wrist presi' gold plain, on the face say "Thursday"

Off with her head, ain't play safe, now she sorry (Goddamn)

Lychee me, I'm ducked off at Katanas, private party

Throwin' salt and still be the ones feelin' salty (Grown ass)

Your **** on my tail feather, come and grab him off me

Come and get this **** the fuck up off me

Ayy, and shouldn't nothin' ugly be worried about me (Never ever)

All 2024, you hoes need to stay the fuck in your lane

On God

Hahaha, for real

Straight the fuck up

None of y'all hoes safe