Douglas Fir

Bitch
Oh, baby girl
Will you be my shawty bae?
Out of this world
Saw you from a mile away
These other niggas try to get in my way
But not today

Uh
Douglas fir
I'll line your body up on the curb
I'm spitting truth, you're just spitting words
Stay spitting acid like racial slurs
But it don't even bother me
Bitch, keep it intact
There's a target that's right on your back
Get to running while you're on the track
Keep your peace, and you don't get attacked
I'm an anomaly (Go ahead, Commander)
And it's facts
Still getting money, you're covered in rags
Tried moving silent, you're still getting tagged
It's unfortunate that you got bagged
Bitch, I'm an icon
I just got on the green like NICE ON!
You still getting sprayed with Lysol
I got put on the back of an iPod, for real

Bitch niggas get no glory
Ha!
Are you serious, nigga?
Fuck on the man like a parlor
Real

Are you satisfied with the way that you live?
30 and broke, can't provide for your kids
Down out of luck, but you feel like the shit
You fucked up your legacy for what it is
And I hate feeling generous over a bitch
But that's neither here or there, that is
Unless you redeem yourself back in the Ritz
It totally shows you just don't give a shit
When they looking at you, they go
Like what is your deal? You ain't got no cash to your name
Tired of working and wasted your fame
I hope when I'm 30, I'll never be lame
When they looking at me, they go
The bitches be loving a young negro star
I stay in my lane, so I'm bound to go far
And niggas be mad when I stab them with bars, hoe

Oh, baby girl
Will you be my shawty bae?
Out of this world (You earned a platinum medal!)
Saw you from a mile away
These other niggas try to get in my way (Nice shot!)
But not today

Oh, baby girl
Will you be my shawty bae?
OOOWEEEE



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Writer(s): Terrence Williams
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