You wanna what I got to say? is what I got to say Because you shit You ain't ever been And you never gonna be like her for no fucking reason She don't even you
though what the fuck you mean See don't matter what you sayin', I'm swimming green Did a television without a whole team That these geese quacking like a motherfucking Fake asses bitches couldn't a fucking goose made an impact while chucking up a deuce Need to keep it real though, what's good? If I'm immature just cause I come from the If melanin means I'm really a villain Then bitch cause I'mma keep killing What you know revived her career This bitch model for more than a year Getting out of bed for less 10 Keep sleeping on that and never happen Cause I'm a nightmare, I'm a savage My frustration you established No need to I'm already booked My one thing that was never overlooked Bad actress, how'd I make you I made it on top that's one I achieved Placed 9th, moving still non You gagging, let me get you a cough Actually, let me force feed you
cunt work Brooklyn streets I created the from the hood to the freaks Mouth a razor, my straight art though Makeup terrible my name was Harlow Subject of my change, should I touch it The only changed was my spending budget Stuck on like you ain't edited Tune common sense, take a sedative Gather the facts before you launch missile If you wanna start a war I'mma blow the whistle That shit don't phase me I'm a solider I stay up, fresh, on my grind I'm Folgers Y'all believe a dressed up in glam But was quick to sacrifice the you let bum bitches disrespect your throne? The fact you would now that got me thrown
How [?] my name on your lips I stay on me when I'm my hips Obsessed with comparison, my aesthetic? Shitting on bitches, put on Reddit is a course and I'm never crashing I'm swerving on these hoes I'm Martin Aston Exhausted, I give you a break? How horsepower can you take? Swarovski embellishes a Maserati down to my to my Giuseppe Zanotti I got all the kids screaming that they wanna live but I have some to give Thanks to all my true fans for me love It was the reason that I was actually able to do this you know, Zach, Shan, Claire You know... Cindy, the bricks, all of you I'm to straight shit on these bitches now Just letting you
ya pussy up, up, up If feeling cunt, cunt, cunt ya pussy up, up, up So get what up, up? Level ya up, up, up If feeling cunt, cunt cunt ya pussy up, up, up So get what up?
Fuck you I'm a fucking copy Half of y'all looking hella sloppy Fake ass fans of y'all full of shit ain't a sub, you a dumb bitch I'm my laughs, I'm getting my tan I'm living my abroad with my man the fuck did you amount to? Commenting on who looks who? I'm perfect, I'm beautiful, I look a model Stomping the runway like I'm throttle I have my own house, I did show twice And you, should be taking my Trust no, ask no designers Murder these with a killer liner Step up your cookies and feel cunt So sit the fuck
If any fucking bitch got some to say Say it to my face Or else it ain't shit Bitch I bet you won't get slapped right now If it for a contract half of y'all would've been slapped Damn,