WYA
I ain't never had to dim a bitch light
For me to shine
Bitches steady throwin subs
They don't like me cuz I'm fine
Pretty bitch but shit get ugly
Ooters wit me all the time
Do whatever for the G
If I want it then it's mine
Dumb hoe!
You on the gram talkin' spicy wya hoe!?
Fuck that nigga u be claimin outta spite hoe
I don't want to but don't test me
Ima savage, n I think you should relax hoe
Dumb hoe!
You on the gram talkin' spicy wya hoe!?
Fuck that nigga u be claiming outta spite hoe
I don't want to but don't test me
Ima savage, n I think U should relax hoe
They mad, (they mad)
She this
She that
Why u worrying bout me
When out here looking sad
All up in my gram wishing u was just as bad.
We ain't worried bout u bitches
We just chase the bag
He be all up in my dm talkin' bout when ima see em
Nigga buggin fuck I look like
Why these niggas think I need em
Bitches tighter than the nana
If she act up ima rock ha
Don't know why these bitches clockin'
Keep it cute don't want no drama
Uhhh!
N i'll say it again
You bitches can't compare not you or ur friends
She was talkin' dirty til I gave her a cleanse
Baby daddy feenin for this Pussy
Let's not pretend
Dumb hoe!
You on the gram talkin' spicy wya hoe!?
Fuck that nigga u b claiming outta spite hoe
I don't want to but don't test me
Ima savage, n I think U should relax hoe
Dumb hoe!
You on the gram talkin' spicy wya hoe!?
Fuck that nigga u b claiming outta spite hoe
I don't want to but don't test me
Ima savage, n I think U should relax hoe
For me to shine
Bitches steady throwin subs
They don't like me cuz I'm fine
Pretty bitch but shit get ugly
Ooters wit me all the time
Do whatever for the G
If I want it then it's mine
Dumb hoe!
You on the gram talkin' spicy wya hoe!?
Fuck that nigga u be claimin outta spite hoe
I don't want to but don't test me
Ima savage, n I think you should relax hoe
Dumb hoe!
You on the gram talkin' spicy wya hoe!?
Fuck that nigga u be claiming outta spite hoe
I don't want to but don't test me
Ima savage, n I think U should relax hoe
They mad, (they mad)
She this
She that
Why u worrying bout me
When out here looking sad
All up in my gram wishing u was just as bad.
We ain't worried bout u bitches
We just chase the bag
He be all up in my dm talkin' bout when ima see em
Nigga buggin fuck I look like
Why these niggas think I need em
Bitches tighter than the nana
If she act up ima rock ha
Don't know why these bitches clockin'
Keep it cute don't want no drama
Uhhh!
N i'll say it again
You bitches can't compare not you or ur friends
She was talkin' dirty til I gave her a cleanse
Baby daddy feenin for this Pussy
Let's not pretend
Dumb hoe!
You on the gram talkin' spicy wya hoe!?
Fuck that nigga u b claiming outta spite hoe
I don't want to but don't test me
Ima savage, n I think U should relax hoe
Dumb hoe!
You on the gram talkin' spicy wya hoe!?
Fuck that nigga u b claiming outta spite hoe
I don't want to but don't test me
Ima savage, n I think U should relax hoe
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