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von Lil Kayla

This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this

Steppin′ on shit in these rigs (aha), I didn't mean to shit on your bitch (aha)
It ain′t my fault she basic (basic), and I'm as lit as it gets (it gets)
Those hoes running they lips (they lips), that wasn't no tea, it was piss
Like, stay the fuck out of my business, bitch

Doing good or bad, they gon′ run they mouth and that′s one thing for sure
Tryin' to find a flaw, but I′m that bitch that on and off the code
The only time a nigga smarter than me is when he talkin' sports
Just know it ain′t 'bout no money, when I call you bitches poor

Like get your mind right, the lights be on but nobody be home
I ain′t provin' point to bitches, I ain't lettin′ shit be known
I ain′t brag about no nigga who ain't takin′ care of home
Gave his ass back to the streets, I left him right where he belong

Fuck to all of them niggas from the past, don't miss not one hoe
I was eatin′ good inside the county, ain't miss not one stow
I don′t be in bitches business, man, I'll be like fuck hoes
If that shit don't pay your bills then what you give a fudge for?


Give a fudge for (this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this)
Can′t even feel shit (this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this)
That′s that real shit (this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this)
I walk around with ten, that's real shit (this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this)
Bitch, I stand on ten toes, ten toes, I don′t give a fuck if I've to pay hoes
Only thing I pick and choose is my hoes

First of all, shut it up, I don′t wanna hear no nigga lips
How the fuck she in her bag? Bitches still ain't got no juice
Fuck your booze, when a nigga date, come through like the Eclipse
I′m like Kobe from the Fruit Don't Line, I rarely ever miss

All the cryin' like I shittin′ on him, I barely even piss
Why he actin′ like he got some motion? Can't afford a kick
Bank account been doing numbers, Adam Sandler with the glitch
Bitches out here playin′ private, are they watchin' me like Twitch?

(Kaliii) this, this, this, this, this, this ain′t that lil' bitch
This, this, this, this, this, just that brand-new bitch
Clean waist, face, pretty tits, naked wrist, glitz
I go ghost if he ain′t 'bout that chick, you can't miss (Kelly)

Anyways, brand new frontal slay, I′m never lookin′ play
Shout out Ray, brand new custom chain, it shine like lemonade
What's the beef? Always about niggas, never ′bout no paper
Would you hold me on my mind, when I be havin' shit my way?


Man, these bitches always throwin′ stones and tryin' to hide they hands
That′s why hoes be stressin' they don't hoes can′t never find they men
Damn, she made the nigga block me, I can′t find him on the gram
Don't come tell me what no holdin′ said, 'cause I don′t give a damn

This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this (the real shit)
This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this (that nigga feel shit)
This, this, this, this, this, this, this (me in touch ten, that's the real shit)
This, this, this, this, this, this (I walk around with ten, that′s the real shit)

This, this, this, this, this, this, this (bitch, I stand on ten toes)
This, this, this, this, this, this (I don't give a fuck if I've these hoes)
This, this, this, this, this, this (only thing I pick and choose is my hoes)