PBCSW!

None of these bitches put fear in my heart
You know where I'm at, if you ready just start
All of my niggas they coming in twos
All of my niggas gon up it like goons
If I buy it in pink he gon buy it in blue
He make time for me no there's no time for you

You know how I get in the booth
Look at us standing in beaches with tans
He like when I pose with my feet in the sand

All of this love but it feels like it's hatred
It's weighing on me like I'm tired
No patience
Damn
Who really say what the game is?
I'm making these plays and I cannot erase it
They say that I go in the booth and speak out that fake shit
Damn
Bullets be spreading like cases
Damn
Know that I see through the fake shit
Damn
All of these multiple faces

All of this pain and all of the violence
All of this hurt got me moving in silence
Don't know what to do so I sit in my room
Ima cry me a river might pick up a tool

Fuck
I pray that I make it in school
Damn
Please know I'm trying my best
I switch up my flows, like you knew the rest
I get in the booth and put it to the test
Like damn
Ion really know what to do
Why you playing with me like I am a fool?
Why you playing with me like I'm not the greatest?
Pull up real fly know I'm rocking the latest
It's not bout the money, It's not bout the hatred
I'm keeping it real, you could call me the fakest
All of this money I make in the matrix
What would you do if you goin through stages?
Blazing, all of this fire that's ragging
Sipping on wokk, think it's making me famous
Tweaking you know how I get in the booth
Spitting that pain, really speaking the truth
Had to come to my senses, I'm really that dude
Like I'm really that girl, Like I'm really the world

Once I get in my mode, I take off like vroom
Vroom vroom get in the car
Drive it real far, like drive to the bar
Drive to the bar and buy me a drink

All of this love but it feels like it's hatred
It's weighing on me like I'm tired
No patience
Damn
Damn
Damn
Who really say what the game is?
I'm making these plays and I cannot erase it
They say I get in the booth and speak out that fake shit
Damn
Bullets be spreading like cases
Damn
Know that I see through the fake shit
Damn
All of these multiple faces
Damn
Multiple faces on multiple money
Multiple cities, like multiple countries
Multiple faces that's watching my honey
Queens get the money, you know it no funny

Hold on
Hold on
Pretty bad chick
Slim waist all gone

Hold on
Pretty
Pretty bad chick
Slim waist all gone

Hold on
Hold on
Pretty bad chick
Slim waist like

Pretty bad chick
Slim waist like

Pretty bad chick
Slim waist all gone

Like
You know it's my song
Hold on
Hold on
Like
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Like

Hold on
She a pretty bad chick
She a pretty bad chick



Credits
Writer(s): Mahogony Jules
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