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I leave you bitches with stitches and doughin' focused on riches
And level my paper that's why I'm throwin' these disses
I'm blowin' these kisses yo, that's all that you gettin'
And I ain't impressed, I'm da best so you know I be bitchin'
My head is sinkin' real heavy has you back it up
Like a pro she be goin' steady but is you ready?
My girls gettin' heady when it's time to
I'm pulling all these chicks that you pullin' nigga, times two X2
Plus I'm in my prime, boo
Livin' life to the fullest, I ain't got you on my mind, boo
And plus I don't slack 'cuz you ain't worth that
And if they talk 'bout me they ain't slackin' no vex
I'm all in the club doin' our thing so they showin' us love
Boys in the back and they gettin' tow up
They hate us anywayz tell 'em shut the fuck up, biatch
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I lead you bitches with stitches while I pull down switches
Who you fuckin' wit? Shit, not my riches
I flip a plenty for a pretty penny son so one-eyed cops
Before I get gone scatter when you hear me coming
I got you all up runnin'
There ain't anotha bitch on the block who is hot
I pull a pit stop master paddle and burn blocks
To make these motherfuckas kick rocks
I got a terrible syllable mic decibal drops
I got a sub-bass kickin' the killowatts
Pop! Pop! Pop!
And like two fists to the face
And you ain't even 'bout it so just stay in yo' place
It's like dayam, you pop pussy 'n jam
but all around the globe bitches know who I am
So call me up in a cut I got somethin' for dough
So hot you could bring me a firehose, fuck it
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Spit a fire like a military tell these suckasmotha start lookin' for a cemetary

On my front on by with a roadie ain't I feelin' mary
Got your favorite rapper in position in a missionary
Baby, Ima bounce
It ain't ordinary
Shape shifter, I'm a God, I'm a visionary
King Ford they ain't made it extraordinary
King comin' to the crown
they ain't tell ya what was temporary
Step down before you get slapped down
Started from the bottom now we poppin' Moet now
Rollin' out the carbon carpet deein' with creme fresh
And roll with my marmelade and you dealin' da party
(Sp-Sp-Spank Rock)
(Da party, da party, da party, da party, da party, da party, da party)
(Sp-Sp-Spank Rock)
(Rye)
(Spank Rock)
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Credits
Writer(s): Naeem Juwan, Ryeisha Berrain, Dylan Berry, Scott Margulis
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