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Justina Valentine

Hide & Seek

 

Hide & Seek

(album: Infrared - 2020)


Hide and go seek
You bitter hoes weak
Can't ride a dick or a beat
Imagine being slicker than me
Bitches is sheep
I call them hoes little Bo Peep
Don't care if they deep
They been intimidated so they always keep distance from me
See I'm killing dudes
So I get my Carole Bask on
Been a masquerade hoe
Go ahead and leave your mask on
I don't wanna know what's behind that
Business is booming so Imma just mind that
Hatin on my track but I bet you rewind that
Hot flow not yours, know where to find that
Original, no subliminal, shorty really lyrical
The way I'm killing y'all it should be criminal
See you at the pinnacle, my digital is critical
I bust down every syllable, just for the fucking principle
Now the word on the street is they tryna beat me ew we, who's she? That was a good try
ABCDEFG double OD, stick a fork in her she's done tell her goodbye
Couldn't see my wordplay on my worst day
Let them wa wa wa have a good cry
If you thought you was doper then go thank you dealer
You supposed to 'cause that was a good high
You a fiend for the flow
Get a scheme for the low
You a meme at the most
Have you seen her
You be skeezin for doe
I be feastin on hoes
I'm a beast and you know, Justina
Imma catch these fish
Lightening quick
When they bite my shit
Piranha
I'ma twist my tits
Hit these licks, kiss your bitch
Shit, Hip Hop, Madonna
I don't do it for no accolades
'Cause after Sway
I had these rappers mad at me
And they don't have to feel me
Imma masturbate
I'm the main event hoe
You the matinée
Now we trapped in the trap
So it's back to rap
Attack these tracks
And Ima drop back to back
I'm up to bat that's a fact get my ass to clap
Stack some racks
Tell my man to grab the gat
Who iller
Red head killer
Even in a drout Imma get that skrilla
Hot toddy, cleanse my body
The box on gold
Getting rich like Roddy
So you better bring the ambulance
Damnit man, you sweeter than some candied yams
I'm hand to hand in the land like Jackie Chan
I rack the grands
I'm getting green like Packer fans
If you thought you could knock her just 'cause of her knockers
Or thought you could rock her, you off of your rocker
Just go see a doctor to fix you up proper
A penny for my thots, you bitches is copper
These birds wanna flock her, I turn up like Waka
I'm hitting these punches just like I'm boxer
Your girl wanna box her, I'm gettin this work
So just make sure you clock her

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