On My Shit
On my
On my
On my
On my shit, on my shit
Get these bags, chase these checks
Hock and spit, ball my fist
Bitch I won't stop till I get rich
I'm on my shit, I'm that bitch
Why ya'll mad? Why ya'll pissed
All you haters that keep bringing up my name, can suck my clit
I'm on my shit, on my shit
Get these bags, chase these checks
Hock and spit, ball my fist
Bitch I won't stop till I get rich
I'm on my shit, I'm that bitch
Why ya'll mad? Why ya'll pissed
All you haters that keep bringing up my name, can suck my clit
I said, "I'm guru" I make more cash than dudes do
Better move I'll run right through you
I'm Ferrari y'all Izzu
I'm the shit, do do
Y'all played, Fubu
His cash make me go koo koo
I'll fuck your boo-more than you do
I'm the shit, I'm that bitch
I get cash, don't need dick
Slap my ass, squeeze my tits
Pump my gas, pay rent
I'm on my shit, I'm that bitch
Why ya'll mad? Why ya'll pissed
All you haters that keep bringing up my name, can suck my clit
Ain't no nigga ever holding me
My swagger is on O-M-G
Woes me
All this talk of cash bring out the hoe in me
You're lame
You're boring me
I'm queen, I'm royalty
I'll slap the fuck out of eagles
For thinking they can soar with me
On my shit, on my shit
Get these bags, chase these checks
Hock and spit ball my fist
Bitch I won't stop till I get rich
I'm on my shit, I'm that bitch
Why ya'll mad? Why ya'll pissed
All you haters that keep bringing up my name, can suck my clit
I'm on my shit, on my shit
Get these bags, stack these chips
Hock and spit ball my fist bitch
I won't stop till I get rich
I'm on my shit, I'm that bitch
Why you mad? Why you pissed
All you haters that keep bringing up my name, can suck my clit
I'm busting off like it's legal
If you bitches want a war with me
Your crew is brainless, heartless, and cowards, I call them Dorthy
A-yo you been negligent
Your boy came through hella' bent
He told me that he's sick of you
I gave his tongue some medicine
A-yo Ms. Steal your man
He said that you're irrelevant
I fucked him hard he feel asleep
He called my clit a sedative
A-yo a Veteran
I'm so fly, intelligent
Most bitches be like they the shit
Hoe, I'm that excrement
Useless fucking stupid bitch
I'm known for being ruthless
Take these two fist
Leave you toothless
With bruises and contusions
I am a G, Frank Lucas
Leave a bullet and a nooses
Spit that venom like recluses
Claim it, I'll make you prove it
On my shit, on my shit
Get these bags, chase these checks
Hock and spit, ball my fist
Bitch I won't stop till I get rich
I'm on my shit, I'm that bitch
Why ya'll mad? Why ya'll pissed
All you haters that keep bringing up my name, can suck my clit
I'm on my shit, on my shit
Get these bags stack these chips
Hock and spit ball my fist
Bitch I won't stop till I get rich
I'm on my shit, I'm that bitch
Why ya'll mad? Why ya'll pissed
All you haters that keep bringing up my name can suck my clit
I'm on my
On my
On my
On my shit, on my shit
Get these bags, chase these checks
Hock and spit, ball my fist
Bitch I won't stop till I get rich
I'm on my shit, I'm that bitch
Why ya'll mad? Why ya'll pissed
All you haters that keep bringing up my name, can suck my clit
I'm on my shit, on my shit
Get these bags, chase these checks
Hock and spit, ball my fist
Bitch I won't stop till I get rich
I'm on my shit, I'm that bitch
Why ya'll mad? Why ya'll pissed
All you haters that keep bringing up my name, can suck my clit
I said, "I'm guru" I make more cash than dudes do
Better move I'll run right through you
I'm Ferrari y'all Izzu
I'm the shit, do do
Y'all played, Fubu
His cash make me go koo koo
I'll fuck your boo-more than you do
I'm the shit, I'm that bitch
I get cash, don't need dick
Slap my ass, squeeze my tits
Pump my gas, pay rent
I'm on my shit, I'm that bitch
Why ya'll mad? Why ya'll pissed
All you haters that keep bringing up my name, can suck my clit
Ain't no nigga ever holding me
My swagger is on O-M-G
Woes me
All this talk of cash bring out the hoe in me
You're lame
You're boring me
I'm queen, I'm royalty
I'll slap the fuck out of eagles
For thinking they can soar with me
On my shit, on my shit
Get these bags, chase these checks
Hock and spit ball my fist
Bitch I won't stop till I get rich
I'm on my shit, I'm that bitch
Why ya'll mad? Why ya'll pissed
All you haters that keep bringing up my name, can suck my clit
I'm on my shit, on my shit
Get these bags, stack these chips
Hock and spit ball my fist bitch
I won't stop till I get rich
I'm on my shit, I'm that bitch
Why you mad? Why you pissed
All you haters that keep bringing up my name, can suck my clit
I'm busting off like it's legal
If you bitches want a war with me
Your crew is brainless, heartless, and cowards, I call them Dorthy
A-yo you been negligent
Your boy came through hella' bent
He told me that he's sick of you
I gave his tongue some medicine
A-yo Ms. Steal your man
He said that you're irrelevant
I fucked him hard he feel asleep
He called my clit a sedative
A-yo a Veteran
I'm so fly, intelligent
Most bitches be like they the shit
Hoe, I'm that excrement
Useless fucking stupid bitch
I'm known for being ruthless
Take these two fist
Leave you toothless
With bruises and contusions
I am a G, Frank Lucas
Leave a bullet and a nooses
Spit that venom like recluses
Claim it, I'll make you prove it
On my shit, on my shit
Get these bags, chase these checks
Hock and spit, ball my fist
Bitch I won't stop till I get rich
I'm on my shit, I'm that bitch
Why ya'll mad? Why ya'll pissed
All you haters that keep bringing up my name, can suck my clit
I'm on my shit, on my shit
Get these bags stack these chips
Hock and spit ball my fist
Bitch I won't stop till I get rich
I'm on my shit, I'm that bitch
Why ya'll mad? Why ya'll pissed
All you haters that keep bringing up my name can suck my clit
I'm on my
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