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Cardi B
Cardi B
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Missy Elliott
Missy Elliott
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Belcalis Almanzar
Belcalis Almanzar
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James D. Steed
James D. Steed
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Matthew "Sean Island" Allen
Matthew "Sean Island" Allen
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Melissa Elliott
Melissa Elliott
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Omar Thorpe
Omar Thorpe
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Saleem Allen
Saleem Allen
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Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
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Javaan Anderson
Javaan Anderson
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Jordan Thorpe
Jordan Thorpe
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Aresh Banaji
Aresh Banaji
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Jenso Plymouth
Jenso Plymouth
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David Blanco
David Blanco
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A ‘Bainz’ Bains
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Evan LaRay
Evan LaRay
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Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
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DJ SwanQo
DJ SwanQo
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Lateef
Lateef
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OctaneThisThatGas
OctaneThisThatGas
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Sean Island
Sean Island
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Shareef Rupert
Shareef Rupert
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Ayo, let me put some gas in this motherfuckin' year, bitch I ain't really talked my shit in a minute Like who the fuck these bitches really think they talkin' to? Like, bitch, is you fuckin' dumb? Classy and a cunt (and a cunt) Blocks and money gettin' spunt (gettin' spunt) Like (like), like what? (Like what?) Like a Coach bag, baby, this ain't what you want (nah) If I ask for it, all I wanna hear is yes (yes) Bitch said she wanna be my opp, God bless (God bless) Look, I ain't even got dressed Any L that I took, come after YS Oh, man (oh man) Baby, here we go again (here we go again) Pussy real fat, probably got a double chin First, that bitch hate me, then this bitch hate me And somehow, they link up and they become friends (like, how?) Bitch, pipe down (pipe down) Moodboard, all y'all imitatin' my style (mm) Bad bitch, red lips, let me show you White toes, eatin' yellowtail outta Nobu Uh, keep a hater obsessed In my comments, havin' a dick-sucking contest (contest) I'm pressure, y'all pressed (y'all pressed) Y'all don't get addressed, y'all's gettin' out dressed, look (ooh!) It's a look when I'm hoppin' out the B (uh-huh) Red wig hangin' down to my knees (uh-huh) It's your birthday, but they talkin' 'bout me ('bout me) Why you mad? Take a picture, say cheese (say cheese) You dumb, you slow, you wildin' (ah, you wildin') Got your first pair of Ricks, now you stylin'? (Ah, you stylin'?) Everything you got, I had five years before I put it on the 'Gram before it even hit the store, look Classy and a cunt (and a cunt, uh-huh) Blocks and money gettin' spunt (gettin' spunt) Like (like), like what? (Like what?) Like a Coach bag, baby, this ain't what you want (uh-huh) If I ask for it, all I wanna hear is yes (yes) Bitch said she wanna be my opp, God bless (God bless) Look, I ain't even got dressed Any L that I took, come after YS Oh, man I know y'all bitches be horsin' (horsin') Lookin' this good is really exhaustin' (exhaustin') Diamonds hit, Stone Cold Steve Austin (bling) Just got my lasered pussy smooth like a dolphin (ah!) Top-notch bitch get the most, not the lesser (uh) Bitches look big like third trimester (yes) Every time I pose, these bitches get stress-er Y'all be puttin' on shit, I don't never Bitches be hatin' on the low (I peep it) If I say anything mean (I mean it) I ain't never lost no nigga I needed I'm rich, I ain't gettin' in no pool that's not heated (nah) Big ass yacht and I'm havin' sex on it Her life so trash, think I put a hex on it Bitches be laughin', like, ho, what's funny? You braggin' on a nigga that be dyin' to fuck me (fuck me) Classy and a cunt (and a cunt, uh-huh) Blocks and money gettin' spunt (gettin' spunt) Like (like), like what? (Like what?) Like a Coach bag, baby, this ain't what you want (uh-huh) If I ask for it, all I wanna hear is yes (yes) Bitch said she wanna be my opp, God bless (God bless) Look, I ain't even got dressed Any L that I took, come after YS Oh, man
Writer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, Melissa A. Elliott, Belcalis Almanzar, Matthew Allen, James Steed, Jorden Kyle Lanier Thorpe, Javaan Anderson, Saleem Jerome Allen, Omar Thorpe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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