Skinny Legend Anthem (feat. Big Dick Chima)
Ay-yo, Ava
All these niggas talking hella shit
All these bitches is ugly, they fat, they broke
They ain't got clout, ya dig?
All these haters need to drink some laxative tea
And shit all their jealousy out before we drop this beat
Bitch, I got Chanel shoes, they cost more than your rent
I was ugly, now I'm hot, so bitch, I can't be your friend
And I am a skinny legend, damn, I might take your man
I got clout, I got clout, and I got rocks in my bag (skinny, skinny)
When I was broke, I ain't got no hoes, now I got a bunch of designer clothes
Back in the day I ain't really have shit, now these whores are on my dick
And I'm with Ava, yeah, she bad, she's just might fuck on your dad
(I have all the Gucci on, the Gucci)
I have-I have-I have-I have all the Gucci
All the Louis y'all could never have
Dr. Phil can suck a dick, he's just mad I'm hot as shit
All these girls are fat like bitch, I think y'all could use some tips
I'm skinny, I'm winning and all you bitches are ugly
All the guys in my phone are ugly and fat, so don't call me
All these bitches on my dick, they giving me head in the lobby
I beat up the pussy like rocky
Bitch, if you're fat and you're ugly, just top me, yeah
Got some hoes on the phone, they wanna give me dome, yeah
If I wanna bitch in the foreign and if she not skinny then damn, she boring
If I'm gon' hit, she gotta be bad, I'm eating that pussy in front of her dad
Everyone knows me, now I got fans
All these bitches, I'm taking their mans
Skinny real nine, you shouldn't be famous
I heard you're a rat and that's why you're hated
Skinny, you're beautiful, Ava, we made it
I swear on my mother these niggas, they hate it
And Dr. Phil mad he can't afford shit
Chanel with the Louis, we got all the drip
I'm rich, a little bitch
I've just spent a rock on my kicks
I'm hot, I'm lit, spend bride to fix my lips
Bitch I got Chanel shoes, they cost more than your rent
I was ugly, now I'm hot, so bitch, I can't be your friend
And I am a skinny legend, damn, I might take your man
I got clout, I got clout, and I got rocks in my bag (yeah)
That wasn't very skinny of you to say, Chima
It doesn't matter 'cause I'm gonna eat the box in front of your dad anyway
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Skinny, skinny, skinny, skinny
Huh, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
All these niggas talking hella shit
All these bitches is ugly, they fat, they broke
They ain't got clout, ya dig?
All these haters need to drink some laxative tea
And shit all their jealousy out before we drop this beat
Bitch, I got Chanel shoes, they cost more than your rent
I was ugly, now I'm hot, so bitch, I can't be your friend
And I am a skinny legend, damn, I might take your man
I got clout, I got clout, and I got rocks in my bag (skinny, skinny)
When I was broke, I ain't got no hoes, now I got a bunch of designer clothes
Back in the day I ain't really have shit, now these whores are on my dick
And I'm with Ava, yeah, she bad, she's just might fuck on your dad
(I have all the Gucci on, the Gucci)
I have-I have-I have-I have all the Gucci
All the Louis y'all could never have
Dr. Phil can suck a dick, he's just mad I'm hot as shit
All these girls are fat like bitch, I think y'all could use some tips
I'm skinny, I'm winning and all you bitches are ugly
All the guys in my phone are ugly and fat, so don't call me
All these bitches on my dick, they giving me head in the lobby
I beat up the pussy like rocky
Bitch, if you're fat and you're ugly, just top me, yeah
Got some hoes on the phone, they wanna give me dome, yeah
If I wanna bitch in the foreign and if she not skinny then damn, she boring
If I'm gon' hit, she gotta be bad, I'm eating that pussy in front of her dad
Everyone knows me, now I got fans
All these bitches, I'm taking their mans
Skinny real nine, you shouldn't be famous
I heard you're a rat and that's why you're hated
Skinny, you're beautiful, Ava, we made it
I swear on my mother these niggas, they hate it
And Dr. Phil mad he can't afford shit
Chanel with the Louis, we got all the drip
I'm rich, a little bitch
I've just spent a rock on my kicks
I'm hot, I'm lit, spend bride to fix my lips
Bitch I got Chanel shoes, they cost more than your rent
I was ugly, now I'm hot, so bitch, I can't be your friend
And I am a skinny legend, damn, I might take your man
I got clout, I got clout, and I got rocks in my bag (yeah)
That wasn't very skinny of you to say, Chima
It doesn't matter 'cause I'm gonna eat the box in front of your dad anyway
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Skinny, skinny, skinny, skinny
Huh, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Ava Louise Lockner
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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