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Could you be the baddest bitch up in the world?* |
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Money ain't a thing whip cream with a swirl |
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Baby you could ball or bounce |
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Lip gloss, floss up your mouth |
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Can I get the keys to your house? |
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Your skin color keep 'em in a daze |
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It's somethin like a maze |
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All bad bitches get paid |
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Baby you can put me in your grand design |
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By lookin in my eyes for the dollar signs |
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Because your face so bright like Las Vegas nights |
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Fill 'moe down rap cat in yo life |
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Man other bitches hate all the time |
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Bitches tell lies |
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Feet hurt cause they wear the wrong shoe size |
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But yours is a body like a cruise |
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How could you lose? |
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Go and get the money from the foo's |
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Man everything back there is jelly |
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Made for those five star tellys |
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Cats can't wait to spend bread |
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Bitch go ahead |
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Do it like Simon Says |
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If it don't hurt it ain't done |
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Arch your back out |
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I'll pull a stack out that'll blow your back out |
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I like when your hair run wild in the wind |
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You and your girlfriend act like twins |
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But could you be the baddest bitches on the planet? |
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You got it goin on to where you man can't stand it |
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Well I'm not him |
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Leave that cat |
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Tell him you a ho and you like it like that |
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You think I don't like ya |
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You got it all wrong |
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I get goose bumps when I see that you call |
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You know that I'll ball like Barkley Charles |
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People like to stare when you walk through the halls |
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Put some steel in your heels |
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Chase the dollar bills and give it to a playa that's real |
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Because ya at least once a week she like to kiss another freak |
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Fine ass bitches sometimes don't speak |
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But bitch don't run from the ism |
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The ism ain't a track star leanin in a fat car |
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Bitches know I charge |
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I'm not a matador so you know I don't bull |
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Real bitches like to stay paid in full |
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Man, I don't do favors |
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This ain't no caper |
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Get my paper |
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Leather black calf high boots |
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Stuffed with loot |
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Attract those men in the business suits |
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You know I'm gonna lace you with game |
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Andre Nicky is the name |
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Dope bitch |
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Could you be the baddest bitch that exist? |
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Always top five in every cats list |
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It's never hit or miss you my bitch |
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Even Santa Claus gotta spend chips |
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It's a cold winter |
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I'm cold when I go get her |
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She wear t-shirt and panties that don't fit her |
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And I'm gonna get at least a rack you best believe that |
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I holla bout scratch like a real rap cat |
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I get it off top man like it or not |
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I let my perm blow in my homie's drop top |
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She latch like a garter belt make a trick heart melt |
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First rate, high rate |
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And he's heart felt |
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You's a bad bitch you know I gotta say this |
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You'd be somethin that I wanna run away with |
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But until then tell your boyfriend |
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It's quick cause I'm a bitch |
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I'm not your girlfriend |
