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    Yeah
    Fucking with a bitch like me, never easy
    Been around the block a couple times, niggas greasy
    That nigga need me, I need a check, it ain't no secret
    Give a nigga hell, he give me neck, bitch we even
    Priceless
    Candy coated ice wrist
    Crack a hater teeth, you can't compete
    I'm not a nice bitch
    I ain't tryna kick it with you bitches, y'all some amateurs
    I'm a solid bitch, I handle pussies like a bachelor
    Pressure don't make nothin but a diamond
    Cop a couple chains
    Put it in a ring
    Now I'm flexing on my fucking pain
    I'm sorry for 'em, I'm so sentimental
    Shoot you in your dental
    Know my come up fuckin with your mental
    Own it, you's a rental
    Mind your business, eat your fucking lentils
    Check my damn credentials
    Fuck a hater bitch with no potential
    The coldest winter
    Grab a sweater baby, bundle up
    I been way too nice
    But now it's time for me to run it up
    I'm bout to piss these bitches off

    Sick! Sick! Sick! Sick!
    Sick! Sick! Sick!
    I know I make these bitches sick
    Sick! Sick! Sick! Sick!
    Sick! Sick! Sick!
    I'm bout to piss these bitches off

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    Mutha, fuck that nigga
    He gon' leave you for a yellow bitch
    She gon' fuck his credit and his life up
    I could never trip
    Bitches love to play in my aesthetic cause it's cute to
    All that baby hair ain't worth a damn when niggas shoot you
    Bitches wanna see me in the slammer
    They don't bother me
    I don't beef for free, you wanna smoke me?
    Pay the booking fee
    You want me to fail
    Bitch I can't do your ass no favors
    I'm the truth and you a fable
    Been that bitch, like fuck a label
    I'm an artist not a piece of paper
    You hate me now but on my life
    That bitch gon' love me later
    I'm necessary for the culture
    They can't run without me
    I'm sill they mutha, fuck if they don't give a fuck about me
    I gave my struggle to the public and they ain't respect it
    If I was naked with a 30 inch they'd label me the realest bitch
    I'm in this bitch
    My kids all in the cut, they posted up like they on gang shit
    And all I make is fucking hits
    I'm 'bout to piss these bitches off

    Sick! Sick! Sick! Sick!
    Sick! Sick! Sick!
    I know I make these bitches sick
    Sick! Sick! Sick! Sick!
    Sick! Sick! Sick!
    I'm bout to piss these bitches off

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    Composición: Brittnee Moore

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