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I popped out too pretty to be in the house Left the club with a bitch in the morning woke up in her mouth He wanna f*ck with me take his soul Told that boy this pussy murda Don't get murked Ima rapper hoe Don't piss me off get sacrificed Bitch f*ck your life I don't fight You wanna die? My shooters coming with me I'm safe This shit can get sticky Duct tape I'm so real, I'm so chill, I get paid, I get laid Low body count, but them boys got a high amount If it's business to be handled, let the dogs out Bout forgot who I was, what I was Oh, I'm still killin' shit, it's a murder scene Oh, I just killed his bitch, that lil' hoe so weak You like lame hoes, man, I feel for you The way you livin' need a bitch that'll kill for you Them girls ain't holdin' shit down, makin' meals for you You ain't got it, they too broke Can't pay a bill for you Them hoes is countin' change, I'm stackin' blue ones You need you a true one, it's only a few ones Hoes poppin' jaws, how you run that mouth Always got a dick in it Go against the laws, girl code, I don't feel that shit Bitches givin' me the ick Ew, ew, ew Know my face pretty and my body shaped out If that hoe ain't fuckin' gang, then she gettin' put out I'm authentic, f*ck an image, I'm a princess, want it get it Pussy pretty, water sticky, sticky Stickyyyyy I know you wanna hit me and your man wanna hit me Cause I'm poppin' and I'm pretty Jealous hoe, I could never I'm a stepper, a really go getter Bitch, I piss glitter She got her pussy on the floor, somebody go get her I popped out, too pretty to be in the house Left the club with a bitch in the morning, woke up in her mouth He wanna f*ck with me, take his soul Told that boy this pussy murder, don't get murked I'm a rappin' bitch And I'm from the sticks I'm so quick, booty thick Bitches slow, bitches hit I just gotta talk my shit They wanna be Rach, but they can't Wanna hand out, not a chance Bitches smelly and they dingy, ain't got no couth With my chocha, I'm stingy, why I taste like fruit Back up, little bitch, before I take your youth Lotta money to be made, I can't back out Just left the muthafuckin' bank, how I cash out Every muthafuckin' day, they be fanned out Watch how I play, but can never take the same route That's why you bitches always bringin' up my name now No talent ass bitch No goals ass bitch You a hoe ass bitch A play ya role ass bitch
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