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I 'on't know what b*t*hes talking (F**k what these b*t*hes talking 'bout) F**k what b*t*hes talking B*t*h I’m the real sack chaser I’m the mob wife turned to a gangster b*t*h F**k what b*t*hes talking 'bout B*t*h you see who run this sh*t I got the clout B*t*h you see who run this sh*t B*t*h you see who run this sh*t B*t*h, f**k what b*t*hes talking 'bout B*t*h, you see who running, sh*t, I got the clout New drip alert, but this drip gon cost you Ain’t no comin' back n***a once I am off you Pretty girl but I'm as gutter as it gets It’s the famous thousands of likes on my pics Hot b*t*h straight up out of Mactown Super flexer better check my background b*t*h I’m the showstopper of the party Real a**, real hair, real life Barbie b*t*h I’m the showstopper of the party F**k him then I get some money like Cardi You n***as got the nerve, ooh, wee I got that high cla** coochie, call it Gucci I 'on't know what b*t*hes talking 'bout F**k what b*t*hes talking B*t*h I’m the real sack chaser I’m the mob wife turned to a gangster b*t*h F**k what b*t*hes talking 'bout B*t*h you see who run this sh*t I got the clout B*t*h you see who run this sh*t B*t*h you see who run this sh*t B*t*h, f**k what b*t*hes talking 'bout B*t*h, you see who running, sh*t, I got the clout Show them b*t*hes, me and Stunna do 'em dirty Brought the choppa out now, they running in a hurry I was making chicken, got the sauce, it ain’t no curry Momma just got out, gave her racks, it ain’t worries F**k these hoes, b*t*h I do not want your n***a Intimidate me b*t*h, you funny, know my pockets bigger I'ma pull yo card, try me, might just pull this trigger Pull up to the functions and I pull up wit my killers B*t*hes, they not wit it, hoe, I do not want to talk What’s bracking, lil' b*t*h, we will slide right on yo block This sh*t for my birthday, went and got me a new Glock I just copped a Rollie and I can’t even read the clock N***a, all you do is eat my pu**y and get on my nerves You b*t*hes is weirdos, I’m convinced y’all some nerds You b*t*hes is hoes, I’m convinced y’all sucking d**k I been stacking money, chasing paper, I’m tryna get rich B*t*h, my designer sewed me up a two piece Just did the two piece on Uber Eats And I ain’t getting him no Uber unless he tryna eat These b*t*hes capping, they ain’t even from no f**king streets I’m a black Pocahontas, mixed with a street b*t*h I pa**ed everybody that said I wouldn’t be sh*t Been pushing that weight and I ain’t talking 'bout no fitness Shooters at yo door, and b*t*h, it ain’t Jehovah's witnesses F**king followers you got, b*t*h, can you ride a d**k? Bring that b*t*h around my brothers, bet you she gon' be on his d**k Talking on the internet, b*t*h that sh*t will get you shot My killers don’t have IG’s b*t*h, they posted on the block B*t*h, I’m still up in the streets, I ain’t made it out Counting so much f**king money that I’m f**king losing count B*t*h, I’m f**king losing, counting so much f**king money, I’m f**king losing count I 'on't know what b*t*hes talking 'bout F**k what b*t*hes talking B*t*h I’m the real sack chaser I’m the mob wife turned to a gangster b*t*h F**k what b*t*hes talking 'bout B*t*h you see who run this sh*t I got the clout B*t*h you see who run this sh*t B*t*h you see who run this sh*t B*t*h, f**k what b*t*hes talking 'bout B*t*h, you see who running, sh*t, I got the clout B*t*h you see who running sh*t B*t*h you see who running sh*t B*t*h you see who running sh*t B*t*h you see who running sh*t B*t*h I got the f**king clout Counting so much f**king money, b*t*h I’m f**king losing count
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