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What? What? What? Fuck her up, fuck her up (yeah) Fuck her up (yeah) fuck her up (yeah, yeah) Fuck her up Fuck her up Fuck her up Fuck her up All these niggas talking 'bout me All these niggas dressing like me Niggas tryna disrespect me Bitch, that's gon' come with a fee I got a bitch I fuck on for free (bitch) I got a bitch I fuck on, she a freak (what?) I got this Rick Owens shit for free (bitch, yeah) I got this Bottega, yeah for free (yeah) I'm rocking all Givenchy, yeah for free (Givenchy) This shit not on sale, I'm not cheap (what?) Got a brand new Aventador And it's not leased Rockstar shit but I'm not Machine Gun And I feel like I'm the only rockstar, the only one (what? What? What?) The only one The only one The only one The chosen one The chosen one My bitch got her nails done, uhh (what? What? What?) My bitch got her hair laid, slatt But I only take her to tour dates, bitch I'm a rockstar bitch, I can't date I can't tell if I love her (what? What? What? What?) Johnny Cage, beat it up under covers (slatt) (What?) Gotta have a rubber Or I'm in trouble, slatt Heard you had a bag but you fumbled (yeah) All my ops dead (what? What? What?) But I'ma continue to be humble (slatt, slatt, slatt) Ah, yeah (slick) Puah (slick, slick, slick) Puah (slick, slick, slick) Puah (slick, slick, slick) Puah (slick, slick, slick)
Writer(s): Tobias Dekker, Jordan Terrell Carter, Anton Martin Mendo, Yung Yean Cho Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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