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(OG Parker)
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit
Post me a pic, finna make me a profit
When the liquor hit, then a ***** get toxic
(Why the f**k you in the club when niggas wildin'?)
I've been lit since brush, thot shit
Order '42 for the table, let's pop shit
Missionary or doggystyle, I'ma top shit
*****-ass niggas hatin' on me from the closet, ah
Hoes tryna call me a snake, shit, I guess I can relate
'Cause a ***** spit a whole lotta venom
And since these hoes all rats, when they come around me
All I see is a whole lotta dinner
I walk around the house butt-naked
And I stop at every mirror just to stare at my own posterior
I don't give a f**k who talk behind my back
'Cause the ***** knew better than to let me hear it (Ah)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)
Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees
Hands on my knees, hands on my knees
Hoes said they wish a ***** would, and I'm a genie
***** so hot, gotta stay in bikinis
He got a girl, but he keep beggin' to see me
I love it when a nigga got a mouth full of VVs
No, I'm not a patient, but I let him treat me
I gotta be a doctor how I'm orderin' CCs
Go to your place, no face, no case
Ninety-nine percent tint in a blacked-out Wraith
I remember hoes used to clap for me happily
Now I'm bossed up and them same hoes mad at me
Acting like they ridin', whole time tryna pass me
Why keep me goin through and still tryna drag me?
Actin' like you winnin' if you think about it actually
Are they supportin' you or really just a taggin' me
I don't give a f**k 'bout a blog tryna bash me
I'm the shit per the Recording Academy (Ah)
Drinkin' out the motherf**kin' bottle on my thot shit
Everything I eat goes straight to my pockets
2021, finna graduate college
Goth girl shit, I'm a real hot topic
F**kin' on a nigga, make him sing on some pop shit
I need a real headbanger on some rock shit
***** like crack and he hit it like dope
Got a real hot box but a ***** don't smoke (Ah)
Hot girl but I'm still the coldest, hey
I'm the big homie but I ain't the oldest (Hmm)
***** try hatin' tryna get noticed
Man, ain't nobody come to see you Otis
Look, how many *****es line if they say they boss is better
They really puppets so I really gotta go and Jeepeta
I'm really talkin' but they really kinda follow whoever
I've been a freak, it'll go after a ***** or nigga (Huh)
Big bank take lil' bank,*****, add it up
Hoes takin' shots but they ain't in my caliber
Booked but I squeeze a lil' head in my calendar
Lookin' in the mirror like, "Damn, I don't brag enough"
LV's, double C's, Birkins, I'm workin'
My chain ain't hittin' if a ***** ain't hurtin'
Look, I ain't even finna argue with a *****
One thing I know, two things for certain
None of these hoes sayin' shit to my face
And none of these hoes finna see me at the bank
And I'ma keep talkin' all the shit that I want
And I doubt one you hoes gon' tell me I can't
We ain't even speakin' if the nigga ain't spinnin'
He could never say that I was one of his women
I don't even let niggas know I stay
I'd be dammed if he thinkin' poppin' up on this pimpin' (Ah)