Yeah
Bitch

You ain't never had an angel on your shoulders
Tellin' you you gettin' older, you too old for that
Devil like, "You too cold for that"
Booty so fat D-D-D-D-Doja, he want cat
But I want closure, boy, it's over
Fuck it, finito, I hopped out the whip in my free clothes
You can't flex on me with them freak hoes
I rock Vivienne, you fuck Kinko's
I say what I want and that's what I mean
And they say I'm mean, but oh well
These niggas still gon' ring on my bell
My phone, my line, I don't got the time
It's late, my flight is boardin' at nine
Fine like wine, she like how I drip

I'm busty, lusty, and bloody, my pussy heavy, I limp
I put yo' baby in a corner, I'm a bully, a pimp
I'm sick of niggas, lay 'em off like he applied for a temp
I like 'em seasoned and seasonal, make 'em work like it's regionals, yeah
I don't want a niggaa who don't listen to his bitch, mmkay
I'm not finna fuck up my pH, that nigga stank, mmkay
I don't know why bitches think they fuckin' with me anyway
I'm so fuckin' nice, I'll say it twice, I'm fuckin' nice
I'm nice as fuck, I'm nice as shit, waist is tiny, ass is thick
Masculine but so feminine, miss lady be droppin' dick
(I'm nice as fuck, I'm nice as shit, waist is tiny, ass is thick)
(Masculine but so feminine, miss lady be droppin' dick)

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