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Look my bitches all bad
My niggas all real
I ride on his dick in some big tall heels
Big fat checks big large bills
Front I'll flip like ten cartwheels
Cold ass bitch I give Ross chills
Ten different looks and my looks all kill
I kiss him in the mouth I feel all grills
He eat in the car
That's meals on wheels
I was born to flex
Diamonds on my neck
I like boardin' jets I like mornin' sex
But nothing in this world
That I like more than checks
All I really wanna see is the
I don't really need the D I need the
All a bad bitch need is the
I got bands in the coupe
Bustin' out the roof
I got bands in the coupe
Touch me I'll shoot
Shake that little ass
Get a little bag
And take it to the store
Get a little cash
Shake it real fast and get a little more
I got bands in the coupe
Bustin' out the roof
I got bands in the coupe
Bustin' out the roof
I gotta fly I need a jet shit
I need room for my legs
I got a baby I need some money yeah
I need cheese for my egg
All y'all bitches in trouble
Bring brass knuckles to the scuffle
I heard that Cardi went pop
Yeah I did go pop
That's me bustin' they bubble
I'm Dasani with the drip
Baby mommy with the clip
Walk out Follie's with a bitch
Bring a thottie to the whip
If she fine or she thick goddamn
Walkin' past the mirror ooh
Damn I'm fine
Let a bitch try me boom
Hammer time uh
I was born to flex
Diamonds on my neck
I like boardin' jets I like mornin' sex
But nothing in this world
That I like more than checks
All I really wanna see is the
I don't really need the D I need the
All a bad bitch need is the
I got bands in the coupe
Bustin' out the roof
I got bands in the coupe
Touch me I'll shoot
Shake that little ass
Get a little bag
And take it to the store
Get a little cash
Shake it real fast and get a little more
I got bands in the coupe
Bustin' out the roof
I got bands in the coupe
Touch me I'll shoot
Bitch I will pop on your pops
Bitch I will pop on whoever
You know who popped the most shit?
The people whose shit not together
You'da bet Cardi a freak
All my pajamas is leather
Bitch I will black on your ass
Wakanda forever
Sweet like a honey bun
Spit like a Tommy gun
Rollie a one of one
Come get your mommy some
Cardi at the tip top bitch
Kiss the ring and kick rocks sis
Jump it down back it up
Make that nigga put down 2K
I like my niggas dark like D'USSÉ
You gonna eat this ass like soup
I was born to flex diamonds on my neck
I like boardin' jets I like mornin' sex
But nothing in this world
That I like more than Kulture
All I really wanna see is the
I don't really need the D
I need the
All a bad bitch need is the
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