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Ayra Starr

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    Ayra

    Saturday morning taking a shot
    Fly with my homies like I'm dipped in sauce
    I'm used to ghosting, I ghost a lot
    Them Gs in Polo, they cap a lot
    Melody swing like Tarzan, yeah
    They be flying, they be wild
    Every word a work of art, yeah
    Like Da Vinci, I got Gucci
    Like Da Vinci, I got Gucci, yeah

    I'm the queen, bow down
    Got opal in my grills
    My eyes, my cash
    Broke all the stereotypes
    I make my rules
    I break all of your rules (your rules)

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    Yeah, I'm lit like that
    I got rich like that
    I got my homies
    Y'all wanna be me
    Bitch, I'm lit like that
    I sip tea like that
    I'm really holy
    But I'm insane
    Yeah, I'm lit like that
    (I'm lit like that, I'm lit like that, I'm lit like that, I'm lit like that, yeah, yeah)
    Bitch, I'm lit like that
    (Bitch, I'm lit like that, bitch, I'm lit like that
    Bitch, I'm lit like that, bitch, I'm lit like that, yeah, yeah)

    Walk through the city in Fendi jeans as angels follow me
    Ivy boots step on your toes with no apologies
    Flex of being rich, you got a lot of enemies
    Lie say you no dey feel all these crazy melodies
    I'm a boss, I got the sauce
    Twerk on my throne
    In my city I take control
    I'm in Vogue, I write your rules
    If you fuck up then my guards will come for you
    Yodel ay hee hoo

    I'm the queen, bow down
    Got opal in my grills
    My eyes, my cash
    Broke all the stereotypes
    I make my rules
    I break all of your rules (your rules)

    Yeah, I'm lit like that
    I got rich like that
    I got my homies
    Y'all wanna be me
    Bitch, I'm lit like that
    I sip tea like that
    I'm really holy
    But I'm insane
    Yeah, I'm lit like that
    (I'm lit like that, I'm lit like that, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Bitch, I'm lit like that
    (Bitch, I'm lit like that, bitch, I'm lit like that
    Bitch, I'm lit like that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

    I'm the queen, bow down
    Got opal in my grills
    My eyes, my cash
    Broke all the stereotypes
    I make my rules
    I break all of your rules (your rules)

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    Composition: Andre Vibez, Oluwadamilare Aderibigbe, and Ayra Starr

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