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Packing my stuff, those bitches are lame
They're so stupid, none of them equal my brain
Sleeping on those bitches, sheep sleep harmony
Special bills on Giorgio Armani
Fake Gucci's fake Prada anything can stop her
Sunglasses on I got the D'bag in the tchopa

(Uh) First of all, let me make you clap
Meeting bitches become an app
Who dare to call me, during my nap
Please stay quiet, when your first name is a cap

Left cheek and right hand, become a slap
Ass on snakes, bitches doing the wap
Last night she told me to do something bad
I responded to her Okey I got your back

Bares written' specially on my bed
I pay every bills to my girl (special flex)
I'm eating those TT rap bitches like a happy meal
Who they gonna choose let's make a deal

I hate you bitch I made of you my sis'
They look like an angel click sleepin' on my chest
Face card pass, never decline chef (stop)

(I got the dream click)
(Bitches ain't doing best)

(First of all, let me make you clap)
(Meeting bitches, become an app)
(Who dare to call me, during my nap)
(Please stay quiet, when your first name is a cap)

First of all, first of all

Let me make you clap
Meeting bitches become an app
Who dare to call me, during my nap
Please stay quiet, when your first name is a cap

Left cheek and right hand, become a slap
Ass on snakes, bitches doing the wap
Last night she told me to do something bad
I responded to her Okey I got your back

First of all, first of all
Let me make you clap
Meeting bitches become an app
Who dare to call me, during my nap
Please stay quiet, when your first name is a cap

Left cheek and right hand, become a slap
Ass on snakes, bitches doing the wap
Last night she told me to do something bad
I responded to her Okey I got your back

I got your back
Uh-uh
I got your back
I got your back
Uh-uh
I got your back
I got your back
Uh-uh
I got your back
I got your back
Uh-uh
I got your back



Credits
Writer(s): Glory émir
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