Lyrics

Bitch, duh, yeah, I'm 'bout to spin about a tweet Bitch, duh, big B, Bottega on my feet Bitch, duh, can't have yo' nigga back, I play for keeps (island with the cash like Diego) Bitch, duh, ho, got a mill' on me, still got in for free (fuck) Hood ho, black on black Maybach, ride that shit on E (skrrt) Up the store, new Balenci' drop, bring that shit to me (gimme that) Of course that nigga ran to you, 'cause he can't fuck with me (duh) Million dollar thotty on the block, ho, the streets is tea I don't box, pretty with a Glock, tell 'em, "Reach and see" (try) At yo' big age, hound, big dawg, got 'em pissed off I can't hold my tongue, I gotta get my licks off Bitch, duh, yeah, I'm 'bout to spin about a tweet Bitch, duh, big B, Bottega on my feet Bitch, duh, can't have yo' nigga back, I play for keeps Bitch, duh, ain't never seen a hunnid with a crease Bitch, duh, ever seen a million-dollar mink? Bitch, duh, crib big, lost my keys for a week Bitch, duh, if I'm his ex, you know that nigga stalkin' me Bitch, duh, I'm livin' in yo' head rent-free I curved yo' nigga a hunnid times and this the thanks I get (ungrateful) Yeah, I'm the reason you in a happy relationship (the fuck) DM's and my wrist be flooded e'ry time I take a pic (blaow) Bitches be in love with me, but actin' like they hate a bitch (uh) Yellow coupe with the ceilin' back, this a lemon drop (uh-huh) Wake up fresh to death, they like, "Dreezy, make the killin' stop" (who this?) He keep me in red bottoms, but he known for givin' top (uh) Tell me how the fuck is you committed, but yo' nigga not? (What?) Huh, you can't lil' girl me, I got figures too (rich, rich) Take a pic and crop his face up out my dinner view (yeah, yeah) Ain't no beef, I'ma ignore you like yo' nigga do (who the fuck is you?) Ain't gotta ask if he trickin' when I'm wit' him Bitch, duh, yeah, I'm 'bout to spin about a tweet Bitch, duh, big B, Bottega on my feet Bitch, duh, can't have yo' nigga back, I play for keeps Bitch, duh, ain't never seen a hunnid with a crease Bitch, duh, ever seen a million-dollar mink? Bitch, duh, crib big, lost my keys for a week Bitch, duh, if I'm his ex, you know that nigga stalkin' me Bitch, duh, I'm livin' in yo' head rent-free
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