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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gloss Up
Gloss Up
Rap
Lakeyah
Lakeyah
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerrica Russell
Jerrica Russell
Songwriter
Reuel Walker
Reuel Walker
Songwriter
Khia Chambers
Khia Chambers
Songwriter
Michael Williams
Michael Williams
Songwriter
Edward Meriwether
Edward Meriwether
Songwriter
Lakeyah Robinson
Lakeyah Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Heavyindachevy
Heavyindachevy
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Reuel
Reuel
Producer

Lyrics

Real bitches back in I came here to win, you hoes came here to pretend I'ma show you rap hoes how to get y'all shit off Yeah First thing first (huh?) I ain't gotta fuck a rap nigga for a verse (not at all) And I ain't never let a nigga treat me for a purse So, all you unemployed hoes, come and get this work (work) You bitches sleezy, this shit way too easy City lil' me, I'm puttin' on like Jeezy (I'm puttin' on) I ain't asthmatic, but this spit game Wheezy (ha-ha) Put these rap hoes on the plate just to feed me I'm getting greedy, I'm big key (yeah) I'm not sweet, I check hoеs (check hoes) Steady shittin' on thеse bitches with a pet though (with a pet though) Yo' nigga want a taste, I give him wet nose Takin' bitches' niggas, hoe, you lucky if you make it home Real bitch (real bitch), don't fall Fuck a nigga, get paid, that's cold (that's cold) I don't choose, bad bitches get chose These hoes way too weak, I'm cold I'm a real bitch (real bitch), don't fall Fuck a nigga get paid, that's code (that's code) I don't choose, bad bitches get chose These hoes way too weak, I'm cold I'm a real bitch, with a real bag And word to Miami, bitch, I'm real bad New nigga, new money, that's a real grab I ain't stunting, no nigga that I been had I'm a real bitch, you a fake bitch, red flag (red flag) What you doing? Nothing, shit, making hoes mad Bitch, I just signed with QC and got a big bag (big bag) And finna show you why these ratchet bitches real bad Watch me take yo' nigga, like I take his dick He want dog ass bitch, until I show him some tricks I'm a big dog bitch, don't compare me to simps (don't compare new ho') My two kids was born rich, why you work at a temp? I'm a real bitch (real bitch), don't fall Fuck a nigga, get paid, that's code I don't choose, bad bitches get chose These hoes way too weak, I'm cold I'm a real bitch (real bitch), don't fall Fuck a nigga, get paid, that's code I don't choose, bad bitches get chose These hoes way too weak, I'm cold My neck and my wrist He ain't gotta check, he ain't talkin' 'bout shit Doggin' these niggas everytime that I speak Say he want Lakeyah, I done came up on a lick Ice out my neck, and my wrist He ain't gotta check, he ain't talkin' 'bout shit Doggin' these niggas everytime that I speak Say he want Lakeyah, I done came up on a lick Nigga, run me that shit
Writer(s): Michael Williams, Khia Shamone Chambers, Edward Meriwether, Reuel Ethan Walker, Lakeyah Robinson, Jerrica Russell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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