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If my shorty cop an attitude with you
We poppin shots at you
Sorry I don't make the rules
Hope your brain vibranium
These 380s Alien
You can't get the government address me by my alias
They wonder where I'm always getting fits
Not off mannequins
That boy know exactly what he did
We can't sit with him
You would think I was a median
How my money talk
And I'm quick to go Chameleon
On a hatin bitch
These boys been moving foolish
Since clueless Ive been unruly uh
Thrill on me she moody
Way I groove bitch I'm the blueprint uh
I just talked to God she let me break her back in two uh
Trapped in a facade and I don't see me getting through it uh
When you go about comparing me you're speaking on a rarity
I just put myself in Jimmy Choo to keep it varying
Why he talking like the boss when he amongst some bantamweights
I could turn your city up without a shred of legacy



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Writer(s): Patrick Wilson
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