Gemini type

'bout time for a bitch to get in
Ain't nobody doin' this like we been
Make a bitch nauseous, Imma need a rinse
You about to listen to a good girl sin
Bodies on bodies they startin' to pile
Bitches watch out but I'm takin' my time
None of these bitches really even fuckin' try
Yeah they takin' notes but I never see 'em write
Ugh, shots fired
Givin' life to you wafer hoes waitin' for a sign
(She a Gemini)
Don't fuck with her type, baby not nice, makin' big boys cry
(She a Gemini)
Bills in 'em jeans, know it's high-fi, when I'm on that Mike
(She a Gemini)
Don't fuck with her type
B-Baby not nice
(She a Gemini)

Sun risin' it's my day
Palm readin' bitch you slay
Third eye cray
Destiny say my name
Fillin' me and my plate
Eatin' okay
I don't trust none of you snakes
Bitches be playin'
They clonin' me, too two faced
I am not runnin' your race
Different pace and I'm winnin' Usain
We ain't the same
Same you just a lotta heartbreaks later
Sleep through I don't really need y'all to wake up
Real news while the rest of you get faker
Hidin' you I wear me on my sleeve come see see see see see through me

Look what you started, I'm bout to make you see
Got all this wagyu beef and you look better on your knees
Look what you started, I'm bout to make you see
Got all this wagyu beef and you look better on your knees
(She a gemini)



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Writer(s): Ranjani Ramadoss, Chlipher Christopher
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