I’ll Be Right There

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    Don't–, away-away-away, boy
    Don't walk away–
    There-there-there for you
    Don't–, don't walk away, boy
    Don't walk–, don't walk away
    I'll be right there for you

    Ayy, bitch, I'm back outside, they gettin' surprised when they hearin' these beats like epiphanies
    Back and forth with this African booty scratcher, I left all of that talkin' for bitches, B
    I was at the château with the blower
    You said you would show, but you never did shit to me
    If you showed for that face, that face wouldn't be shit but some shots
    And stained MOWALOLA tees
    This bitch text other men, sending pics of me
    He talk shit with his friend, send that shit to me
    That bitch only online, she ain't real to me
    They is what niggas think I'm supposed to be
    It's so funny, you claimin' you tough, but you can't back it up, but you back it and post at me
    I done had that boy face down, ass up, like yo' baby mama be, uh (I'll be right there for you)
    Fuck these niggas, I'm spazzin', hittin' that ho till I gave her a heart attack
    I just told that bitch "seeyuh," she think Carti back (Yeah)
    I put creativity back on the map
    I be spittin' that dope like it's eighties crack
    Fuck you, you ain't gettin' no cash back
    He see daddy and then he get flashbacks
    You keep yappin', I'll open my Cash App
    I ball, head on the sack
    Bitch, I go Amber Rose with these MAGA raps
    Yeah, I stand on that shit, ain't no backin' back
    I don't care what you feel, I ain't factor that, and that's real
    Barry Sanders, every run is a reel
    Colonel Sanders, keep the recipe sealed
    These niggas connected like Bronny, for real
    That nepotism won't help you in the field (I'll be right–)
    I let it hit, blowin' that coffee, I'm takin' a sip
    Everybody thinkin' Peggy sweet
    Thinkin' it's Splenda till I let it rip
    Y'all niggas thinkin' you one step ahead
    This me lettin' you know that I'm hip
    Y'all keep on thinkin' I'm playin' the hand I was dealt
    Yeah, until the same hand get a grip on that bitch
    Y'all want none of them problems
    Y'all want none them issues (Issues)
    None of your people gon' miss you (Miss you)
    You're better off with a tissue (Tissue)
    Loaded the rocket with missiles
    She catchin' a tip like a stripper
    I had issues with my barber (I'll be right there for you)
    You got issues with the clippers

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    Don't–, away-away-away, boy
    Don't walk away–
    There-there-there for you
    Don't–, don't walk away, boy
    Don't walk–, don't walk away
    I'll be right there for you

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