Trunk can't close, full of cash (it can't) All these hoes keep tabs (they do) Ring around the head, no bath (whoa) More than yo mom charge yo dad (uh) When she got fucked that night (yeah) They had yo' ass ain't right (yeah) How the fuck you have her scared of heights? (whoa) Must be smokin' on pipes (yeah) Lookin' like a milli' in a pair of sandals Breath so hot, she could lit a candle Bitches whole life is a whole scandal Can't judge me, even on panel Bitch comin' for me, I'm like "Dear, whoa" Please let me know when you near (whoa) Nowhere in me I got fear (whoa) Shoot like the Navy, no pier (whoa) Abracadabra; bitch watch me show up Money keep moving like it's takin' drugs No Nene Leaks but the door has been shut Only a dumb hoe would open it up Cause that man calling me every evening I don't answer like I'm in a meeting I don't need to give a bitch a reason Bitch, don't cross me, I am not Jesus
Hot pocket, hot pocket Hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pockets Hot pocket, hot pocket Hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pockets In the left: Got the chopper In the right: That's a whole new stack of fucking profits Can't let no cops check me So when I see 'em, "Nice hat", I gotta change the topic Hot pocket, hot pocket Hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pockets (szz) Hot pocket, hot pocket Hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pockets In the left: Got the chopper In the right: That's a whole new stack of fucking profits Can't let no cops check me So when I see 'em, "Nice tat", I gotta change the topic
None of you bitches invited (nah) Draggin' these hoes like United (wah) Fuck all the talk and just swipe it (yah) Eat every beat, fuck a diet (ahh) Got a new wig in the mail (ooh) I'm a new bitch, you can tell (ooh) So I won't speak, I'm for real If you want a "Hello", call Adele (ring!) Cause I'm too busy feeling anew I am blessed like a fucking "Achoo " Me alone, got more hands than your crew They can't handle me; bowl of hot soup (yeah) Every Thanksgiving I bring Mac n' Cheese It's under the table, near hole that I pee (pussy!) Stealing my style from the feet to the weave These bitches bite more than Adam and Eve Applyin' pressure every take (take) Been The Voice, no Blake Why argue? Let a bitch hate Like Philly, it's a lot at stake I got that wallets so heavy, they deep like a wedgie Let me clean 'em out right away (my money) You, on the other hand broke the hot pockets You know it's the ones that go in microwaves
Hot pocket, hot pocket Hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pockets Hot pocket, hot pocket Hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pockets In the left: Got the chopper In the right: That's a whole new stack of fucking profits Can't let no cops check me So when I see 'em, "Nice tat", I gotta change the topic Hot pocket, hot pocket Hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pockets (szz) Hot pocket, hot pocket Hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pocket, hot pockets In the left: Got the chopper In the right: That's a whole new stack of fucking profits Can't let no cops check me
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Compositor: Elizabeth Eden Harris (Cupcakke) (BMI)Editor: Tunecore GlobalECAD verificado obra #43891326 em 04/Jun/2024 com dados da UBEM