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Yeah (Yeah, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Yeah (Yeah, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Yeah (Yeah, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Okay, oh
Oh damn, I just outdid bitches again
If they wasn't hatin' so hard we probably could've been friends
Ain't no competition 'cause they don't got the logic to win
Niggas politicking so hard you'd think they sponsored by them
See, I ain't never been the type to be a ass kisser
Fuck a nigga and the bitch that came wit 'em
My pockets bigger, you dropped the ball, December
My fee went up, you can get the middle finger
Big ol' facts, no crunch, no cap
Take that wack bitch off the map
Blow a stack and get it back
Timеs ten, that's simple math
Oh, my bad, you hoes can't add
Y'all too slow, I'm movin' fast
Eat my dust, I do thе dash
And you know just where we at
We in the car
We ride slow
We doin' things that the girls don't do
The boys stare
We smile back
All my girls in them rainbow Cadillacs, yeah
I think lil' shawty hating on the lizzow
Truth hurts, you mad 'cause I'm a baby and you is old
I'm a threat, I body all these bitches with a demo
I get checks that's thick and super juicy, call 'em Lizzo
Big fine woman, back that shit up
If it wasn't for corona, I'd pack this club
Smell that loud in my aroma, got that spliff stuffed
Super pretty and that P spectacular
Big ol' facts, no crunch, no cap
Take that wack bitch off the map
Blow a stack and get it back
Times ten, that's simple math
Oh, my bad, you hoes can't add
Y'all too slow, I'm movin' fast
Eat my dust, I do the dash
And you know just where we at
We in the car
We ride slow
We doin' things that the girls don't do
The boys stare
We smile back
All my girls in them rainbow Cadillacs, yeah
Pulled up in the rainbow Cadillac
Said he wanna taste the rainbow
But he can't handle that
Pulled up in the rainbow Cadillac
Said he wanna taste the rainbow
But he can't handle that
Skittles
That booty big, can you make it jiggle?
You bitches dumb, you make me giggle
Look, I don't, I don't think you bitches get it, okay?
You can't outdo the doer, okay?
You can't outshine the shiner, baby
What does that even mean?
Writer(s): Paimon Jahanbin, Tate Sequoya Farris, Nima Jahanbin, Jack Lomastro, Michael Washington Jr.
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