Tfemi - 4

4

Cut throat
Cut fame
Walk em like a dog aye
They can sense some rebels over here
I'm like what's up with it
Everybody strapped up over here
It's like a hundred blicks
I got hittas on demand
They treat me like the golden goose
I don't do no clicking up with niggas
They be phony
Double R and Raq move militant
I bet they'll wash Iraq
Bet they scared when we move deep
They shaking like they got a seizure

1 bitch, 2 bitch, 3 bitch, 4
She gone eat my eat kid
Then eat this plan B up for sure
Bitch you around some players
Leave your bullshit at the door
He can't get one on us
If he do we up the score

They say rumors bout me
But they know I'm barely flawed
I'm like a honeybun up in this bitch
I told them i need 6
How you pillow talking to a hoe
You let them know the business
How they see the stars lit up
When i made sure the windows tinted
Only time we riding in a fish bowl
Is to reel em in
Only time we riding in a fish bowl
Is to show it off
Peru going crazy in this bitch
He'll love to show it off
I be quiet like a snake
You'd think I'm hiding from the blogs
Asked me what i think bout YSL
I told em free em all

1 bitch, 2 bitch, 3 bitch, 4
She gone eat my eat kid
Then eat this plan B up for sure
Bitch you around some players
Leave your bullshit at the door
He can't get one on us
If he do we up the score

1 bitch, 2 bitch, 3 bitch, 4
She gone eat my eat kid
Then eat this plan B up for sure
Bitch you around some players
Leave your bullshit at the door
He can't get one on us
If he do we up the score

1 bitch, 2 bitch, 3 bitch, 4
She gone eat my eat kid
Then eat this plan B up for sure
Bitch you around some players
Leave your bullshit at the door
He can't get one on us
If he do we up the score



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Writer(s): Oluwafemi Taiwo
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