Correction Lyrics Talk That Talk (Rich Bitch) by LightSkinKeisha

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Yeah, real ghetto bitch
Real Atlanta shit, the fuck?
Big Bank Beisha
Queen of motherfuckin' Atlanta
I'm shitting on all these bitches
These bitches can't motherfuckin' touch me (Brandin Blanco)
Big Birkins, AP's, all that shit, and that's just that on that

I'm on a whole 'nother level, I been in my bag, and I keep getting better
I'm getting richer, that ass getting thicker, my diamonds, they keep getting wetter
Fuck I look like going back and forth with a little bitch that is not on my level?
I do not give a fuck, tell that bitch try her luck, she'll get folded like a pretzel
Straight ghetto bitch from Atlanta, but I get bougie, I might bring the Birkin out
Pussy pink on the Hermes, make y'all lil' bitches wanna put y'all purses down
Hood rich, ghetto shit, got your nigga all in my DM's, he flirtin' now
Crazy how they used to talk about me, but now my name all in they searches now
Pretty in the face, little in the waist, I talk my shit, I get cocky
These bitches wan' be me, these bitches can't see me, got CC all over my body
Killing bitches is a hobby (I'm killin' 'em)
All of my lingo, they copy (They copyin')
Step your shit up, bitch, you sloppy (Sloppy)
That shit that you doing is not it
My life is great, every night shrimp and steak
I pull up on red carpets and they feed me grapes
The gangsters fuck with me, put you on a plate
Make you part of God's plan, chopper sing just like Drake
I'm finna talk some real cash shit, been in my bag, bitch, I'm doing real fine
I'm doing better then all of my opps, I pop shit on the 'Gram and in real life

Talk that talk, I'ma walk that walk, I only speak facts
None of these bitches is seeing me, and that's just that on that
Stayed down ten toes, I'm a real bitch
I don't play around, I walk in and kill shit
Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick
Made myself a boss, now I'm a rich bitch
I'm a rich bitch, I'm a rich bitch
Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick
Made myself a boss, now I'm a rich bitch
I'm a rich bitch, I'm a rich bitch
Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick
Made myself a boss, now I'm a rich bitch

I get that bag and I double it, you and your life is in crumbles, bitch (Your life is in crumbles, bitch)
I'm tired of all of that humble shit, I come around and they mumbling
It ain't my fault you keep fumblin', queen of Atlanta, I'm running it (Queen of Atlanta)
I'm your bitch body goals, my booty on swole, my nigga stay rubbin' it (Stay rubbin' it)
I made myself popping, I'm self-made, never needed a cosign (Facts)
And if they sleeping on me, I'm finna wake 'em up, motherfuck a bedtime
Every day, it's a new bitch hating (What?), I tell her to fall in line (Fall in line)
Tryna throw shade on name, but these diamonds on me gon' make sure that I always shine, bitch

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