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Bet that I blow a few stacks Bet you anit know, woke independent Now tell them I know you knew that Snow be so dope, I'm numbing the feeling of all of The hate that I feel that I'm getting From broke male rappers and ugly ass women That say I ain't shit cause of Nicki and Iggy They downplay the lyrics delivered, I'm killing I'm hitting, but have you seen them? Only way that Imma kill it, get a booty like Selena Heard she ate pizza, Now I'm calling Domino's, Pizza Hut, my man cheesin' Cause for some reason he like that I'm eating I'm pushing this weight now my weight kinda leading But staying in places, he like what he seeing I tell him grab on cause I'm taking these beatings And-I'm-out-here working again Ain't that what I'm supposed to do? Bitch, I'm a Mexican While you bedazzled, I'm fighting embezzlements I be in court and I'm not one to settle it Y'all owe me money, I will fucking get it then I know the rules and my rules have been bent And my grind committed, my money demented I'll hire some immigrants, pin you like Pinterest Cause they don't know English, they won't get a sentence Cause we could build houses, no blueprint, no template Believe me, it's easy to burn down your residence Snow get them wake cause they're not on the sentence Now bitch, you can bet that I will Now bitch, you can bet that I will Now bitch, you can bet that I will This shit ain't made for twerking bitches It's for crazy ass 2am on the ground lurking bitches For shoot first-ask questions last, Kill a bitch before you even knew if she did it for certain bitches It's for double shift pulling out working bitches Don't sell sex, but goddamn I ain't no virgin, bitches Fuck me over and I'll take your man, I'll take his new girl and... I'll burn them bitches I got a motherfucking Vendetta, Never been a little bitch I'm cold As thin sweaters and I'm finna get 'em When I step up in the venue, And I'm closing out your shows cause Oooh bitch, you should've been better Look, I don't give a motherfuck if I never make it to platinum They'll always pull up a tab and remember how I was rappin' How I was killin' these beats and it's all chronologically captured They'll always see how I'm changing these Patterns and how these tracks get, demolished Cause I been at this, I've always been this advanced Astonished at how a female rapper don't have one but they're no match It's ironic cause if it's fashion, they're probably having asthma But bitches this what I do I be chopping them and you be like "Uh"
Writer(s): Claudia Feliciano Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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