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Confidence

 

Confidence

(album: B.I.B.L.E. - 2022)


Rap niggas only in the trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Rap niggas only in the trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah (Uh)
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

All Hail Mary, Billie Jean, it's about to get real scary
They don't want beef or dairy
Hundred thousand while I talk on celly
Ordinary, ain't nothing they could talk or tell me
Balmain, picture perfect like more than Getty

Getting my focus on, aim it, pop up like toasters on 'em
Smell me like Folgers
Don't come here with that bullshit

I put the locals on 'em, they was laughing at me, now the joke is on 'em, huh
I tell my shooter to focus on 'em
And the old niggas make the court a ballroom
I tell lil' mami to hold off (I tell lil' mami to hold off)
I take a Perc and I doze off, huh
I drink the liquor and go ball
Nigga, my body different, my body go on go mode
We be spinning the whole four
Shit, we see you, we shooting through both doors
Either win or you lose, it ain't no draws

Nigga, I got the soldiers coming
You can get it for the low or nothing

Put on my broach or something, bitch
Take off my coat for nothing, pimp
Limp when I walk, I'm stunting, drip
Fuck with' my bro, "What's up, then, bitch?"
Who left the faucet runnin'? Drip-drip

Knowledge shit, rockstar, pop molly shit
Yeah, braids in, so long like dreads, on my Bob Marley shit
Uh, pop tags, floss Prada like a partnership
Would've thought that nigga started it
Your drip more like A$AP Rocky starter kit, nigga

Slide on her then I politic
She seeing stars like astrologists
Beat the pussy, she ain't charging shit
Finessing, common sense with the scholarship
I'm the opposite of modestness
Caught 'em lacking like confidence, yeah

done

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