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That new Rihanna bump Bitches in the back don't like me though, I don't know, wanna be just like me though, why? I bet you none of them would fight me though, why?
1] I they know that I'll cut a bitch Boy, I'm paid, getting money for the fuck of it I'm on some shit So if you fly, am I, do that make me the mothership? me up ho, they wanna see a nigga down Take his crown, we be up doe, we be up ho! Now hit the ground, bow down to the God
That new shit bump Bitches in the don't like me though, why? I don't know, they be just like me though, why? I bet you none of them would fight me though, why?
2] I guess they know I'll cut a ho Yeah I cleaned up good but I'm out to get her though Don't this shit You gotta problem? Then meet me outside if you the shit I've where the players sit A couple racks gone to see 'Bron hit the layup, shit I be on some shit But bitch, I'm way nigga rich God
That new Rihanna bump Bitches in the back don't like me though, I don't know, wanna be just like me though, why? I bet you of them bitches would fight me though, why?
I they know Heard she hating though, feel no I ain't fuck that bitch, no way Said that to my face, no way Bet we down the place, no way stuntin' on me, no way They ain't fucking me, no way of fame, it ain't cheap, no way I don't the receipt, no way
3] Cole World, to stay off his dick I sold out the Garden, I should play for the a couple minutes and I sold out Staples A nigga getting cream like an old-ass But I come to talk about all that paper what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say Can't understand why niggas never got to do You know they same shit, nigga, different day I never that, no way Cuz on the same day a nigga different shit Spit different flows, hit different Let my Brixton hoes feed me n' chips Why I do a lot of shows, I'm the shit it Got doors, I just slit my wrists Never you to the hoes, word to Cliff and Chris If I fuck six bitches I got six
That new Rihanna shit Bitches in the back don't like me though, I know, they wanna be just like me though, why? I bet you none of them bitches fight me though, why?
I guess know Heard she hating though, feel no I ain't with that bitch, no way Said shit to my face, no way Bet we down the place, no way Bitches on me, no way ain't fucking with me, no way Price of fame, it cheap, no way I check the receipt, no way
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