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With my chin up high Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em by You think I'm ugly? I don't care You think I'm dumb? I don't care You think I'm scum? I don't care Bitch, I make my money P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-party 'til I die With my chin up high Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em by T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-twerk Like it's my last day on this earth Let that dollar make her work, work People always hate me But the more they hate, the more I work Everybody say they're lit, but all they do is showing shit In my street, like they're slaves, bitches always kiss my feet Stay out of my way, you bitch, I can't deal with your fake-ass meat They thought that I had stopped, it was over, I had dropped Bitch, I had my plans out here, I'm only just at my start You will have to kill me to make me fucking stop I was already dead again, you can't hurt me, only God P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-party 'til I die With my chin up high Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em by T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-twerk Like it's my last day on this earth Let that dollar make her work, work P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-party 'til I die With my chin up high Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em by T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-twerk Like it's my last day on this earth Let that dollar make her work, work I ain't scared of death, but I fear them is dead as breath All the drugs in your face, I am blessed with the smartest brain I remember your laugh when I was at my worst Let me tell you, piece of scum, I'm supported from above Your man in my DM's, while you talking shit behind my back All the shit you said made you look like a little bitch like that Your opinion, bitch, fuck that, what do I think of you? How I laugh in your face? Bitch, if you only knew Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha, ha-ha-ha P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-party 'til I die With my chin up high Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em by T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-twerk Like it's my last day on this earth Let that dollar make her work, work Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shake that moneymaker In my face, it's a favour Ooh, I love your misbehaviour P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-party 'til I die With my chin up high Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em by T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-twerk Like it's my last day on this earth Let that dollar make her work, work Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shake that moneymaker In my face, it's a favour Ooh, I love your misbehaviour P-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-party 'til I die With my chin up high Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em by T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-twerk Like it's my last day on this earth Let that dollar make her work, work
Writer(s): Ame Bibabi, Maurice Brink Ten Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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