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He like look at all that fine shit you like it bae I do Open up that bankroll and bless me boy achoo Big trips headed out to London ya I flew the money asked me to marry it I said I do I don’t want man ma but he still gonna call me

Tiff queen walk a bitch down like a dog leash

Fine shit yea and dat bitch chopped and she salty

Order me up a few Italian subs I know Pauly

Big tiff cocky w it you can say I'm that different

Sitting on two ms like the maybach emblem

Before I hit the charts no likes or follows

Now they wanna be friends ice spice and LATTO

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I can make your man stop and stare if you dare me he be on my gram liking pics cause my hair pink

They say that I’m crazy yea I’m dumb that u need therapy

I don’t open DMs cause they gonna ask to marry me

Bitch I’m in the championship you sorta ball

I don’t do the amateur Top 40 charts

It’s expensive to copy hope you got dad wit u

Tiffany queen bitch I make songs for bad bitches

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