Lyrics

Alright slash Wait a minute, girl, these hoes in their feelings You mad 'cause you thought that I was fuckin' with your nigga You mad 'cause you saw your nigga comment on my picture You mad 'cause I'm pretty and my ass way bigger You mad 'cause your nigga tryna take me on a trip You mad 'cause I'm poppin' and you know that I'm that bitch You mad 'cause I got your nigga sprung, he be fucking with me I got him all in the St. Bernard looking for Cee When you be lookin' for that nigga, he be looking for me And I ain't linkin' up for free, he gotta pay me a fee Girl, you fuckin' with that nigga and you fuckin' for free Fuck a dinner and a movie, I ain't never been cheap And you a bum bitch, always on some bum shit Lurking on my page, throwing shade, on some dumb shit Bitch, I'm independent, I don't need a crew to run with I got my own nigga and yours, two for onе shit And every time you lеave, he gon' hit me up Got money for me, he wan' know when I can pick it up Drop my location anywhere, you know he pullin' up He give me anything I want, and I ain't gotta fuck Bitch, you need to step it up Girl, you do the most, you ain't even coming close If you really want some smoke, let me know and send a lo' I ain't never duckin' wreck, you gon' give me my respect I ain't never pipin' down, I be at you bitches' neck And for these niggas playin' games, I'm the MVP My nigga callin' while I'm creepin', he on DND I love an Uptown nigga with a big old piece I love an Uptown nigga with a big old piece I love an Uptown uptown uptown uptown Up up up up up up up up uptown With a big old, big old, big old, b-b-big old piece, big old piece I'm a savage with niggas, you know I'm outta the beef Who fuckin' with Cee? You hoes need to give it a rest They know I'm the best, I wish I would settle for less They know I'm a threat, you hoes better show some respect 'Cause it ain't nothin' for lil' Cee to put you hoes in check That's why you mad? Because I'm up and got a bag And you broke and out of shape and looking sad Pussy tight and super wet, my shit got splash You a freak, you been a thot, your pussy trash And your nigga up in my DM, he want a taste Drop the lo', I'm pulling up to ride his face Now he drove, he in his feelings 'cause he ain't smash Boy, please, a bitch would never and that's a fact I love an up up up up up Up up up up up Up up up Up up up up I love an up up up up up up I love an Uptown nigga with a big old piece I love a nigga with a big old piece I love a—I love a nigga with a big old piece I love a nigga with a big old piece With a big old, big old, big old, big old Big old, big old, big old, big old Big old, big old, big old, big old Big old, big old, big old, big old Big old, big old, big old, big old Big old, big old, big old, big old Big old, big old, big old, big old I love a nigga with a big old piece I got him all in the St. Bernard looking for Cee Alright, slash And another one
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