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No Love Shemix
Grr, run it up Calling my shit like hold on (Hold on) She tryna fuck sumn All on my trap phone Slide if you want to Way that you talking You finna leave with yo' back blown Yeah he calling my shit like (Huh?) Let me pick it up, let me hear right (Hello?) I
done went ghost, now he all alone (Bye) Bet he tryna see what that P
like I
told that nigga, "Speak to them greenlights" I
can't stop until I
hear a
moan We get together, don't answer the
phone (Put it down) They be tripping like, baby, we grown Baby, we grown They saying "Yo' bitch perfect" (Hello?) You get to spinning the
block, they hurting Bad ass bitch, you can tell by the
waist Don't hit from the
back, I'm pretty in the
face Okay, I
just been holding my weight And believing a
bitch tryna eat off my plate Okay, try and cross me, I'ma give you a
taste He wanna save a
ho, give him a
cake I
know these hoes wanna be me Blue face bands to the
bank, I'm a
Keykey Shitting on hoes 'cause I
can and it please me Shaking my ass, he ain't know I
was freaky (Ooh) Ayy, white toes, Malasian on a
bundle He whipped it out, I
saw a
anaconda I
just wake up and think about the
hundos I
can go back and forth with a
nigga that's fine But it ain't no love in this bitch (No love) How 'bout when J.K., my nigga be popping this shit I
always knew I
would be rich I
came from the
bottom now I'm at the
top of they list I
tell a
ho she can dip yeah (Bye) Fly ass bitch, can't copy this drip He wanna go on a
trip When I
hop on it, I
hope he can handle this cunt Calling my shit like Let me pick it up, let me get right Yeah, yeah, calling my shit like Let me pick it up, let me get right I
fucks on ho's, no problem These all black pumps got red at the
bottom Yeah, I'm from Brooklyn But I'm good in all hoods from Fordham to Harlem (Brooklyn) Ain't no competition, I'm looking the
bomb and you fit the
description Clutch on my wrist, watch how it glisten It's time Maria lux all on my inches (Bang) Any bitch step to me get stepped on (Stepped on) Seven-figure talk just to fuck with the
big Don (Yeah) I
pop shit, do my big ones, take a
ho salary, ice out my left arm (Ice, ice) Tell a
ho, "Google me," I
been that girl, this attention ain't new to me Shorty, stop tweeting and won't say my name (Pussy) Put an at on it since I
don't do ambiguity Bitches is blowing respectfully I
say what I
want and ain't nobody checking me Why would you watch me from fake pages? (Huh?) Admit it, lil' bitch, you hig key obsessed with me Rich bitch status, you know my swag is Iced out diamonds, low mein jackets I'm the
biggest, should put me in Guiness I
broke the
record for shitting on bitches Calling my shit like hold on (Hold on) She tryna fuck sumn All on my trap phone Slide if you want to Way that you talking You finna leave with yo' back blown Trina Calling my shit, I'm like, "Hold on" (Hold on) I
ain't in the
states, let me periskin swipe down Getting fucked on Making your nigga wine and dine me til them racks gone A
bad ass bitch with a
stroke like a
wrist Since I
hopped off the
porch I
been that bitch She say she hotter, she don't exist Naan bitch standing next to this uhh I'm hotter than lava (Yeah) Let's keep it real, bitch, I
been a
problem She doing the
dash, she back in her bag And all that she after is comma's She don't do the
drama (Nah) Stay in your lane, you don't want me to wake up my other persona I
don't do the
rapping, gon' need you a
donor, this bitch in a
coma Smell the
aroma Can't breathe bitch 'cause I'm fucking ammonia Then the
pneumonia Bring in a
body bag, throw a
sheet on her Then do a
quickie Call up her nigga and slip him a
mickey Give him a
hickey while he up in me And all of that money, I'm taking it with me Calling my shit like It ain't no love in this bitch Yeah, yeah, calling my shit like It ain't no love in this bitch I
done went ghost, now he all alone Bet he tryna see what that P
like Tell that nigga he can dip
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