
letra de industry rumors - asian doll
[intro]
[?] (ayo, x9)
b-tch ass n-gga (grrah)
[verse 1]
man, i feel like i’m the rawest and the cutest b-tch to do it
(uh-huh)
don’t come askin’ me ’bout no n-gga (what?)
b-tch, i linked him ’cause the music (uh-huh)
he from philly, he the shoota’ (grrah)
he don’t talk for me, he do it (boom)
if you wanna get into it, i feel like waka, oh, let’s do it
(oh, let’s do itt)
[verse 2]
akademiks on my d-ck ’cause he beat b-tches for the fun
(b-tch ass)
we don’t politic with gamers, only money, drugs and guns (grrah)
hit the road, bring back a ton, ask around, i get sh-t done (done)
n-ggas who gossip, them n-ggas some bums (bums)
you know you a b-tch, why you gon’ have a son? (dumb ass)
[verse 3]
i pull n-ggas who be drillin’, [?] got sh-t in motion (on gang)
lyin’ sayin’ that i’m f-ckin’ only make these n-ggas want me
(uh-huh)
you can’t talk about my p-ssy when your b-tch get f-cked for tokens (thotty)
i’m a thot? these n-ggas jokin’
he don’t mean that sh-t, just spoke it
[verse 4]
i’m not beefin’ with no n-gga, never did and never will (uh-uh)
i’m the topic of your ig, and i did it with no deal (deal)
they say sh-t i don’t address, that sh-t be cap, i say what’s real (cap ass)
i f-ck with n-ggas in new york but your b-tch f-ck to pay her bills (thot)
[verse 5]
if i’m a ho, then you a b-tch (ha)
my n-gga died like n-ggas didn’t (what?)
only dead i’m talkin’ to is n-ggas’ bodies when they drenched (boom, boom)
you tissue soft, i been the sh-t
she suckin’ d-ck, you bought a whip
n-ggas actin’ like they hip with prostitutes, you n-ggas simps (dummy)
[?] uh to his b-tch, he talk reckless to his b-tch (what?)
don’t instigate on homicide, my n-ggas k!llin’ ’til they rich
photoshop my body, b-tch, when all my n-ggas say i’m thick (ha)
i don’t do interviews, told ’em i’m busy
drop the location, i’m comin’ with sticks (grrah)
[verse 6]
said i f-cked fivio, why you lie when you can ask?
i’m a young, turnt b-tch, he grabbed my waist, i threw it back
he got b-tches, that’s a fact
but since it’s me, you know they mad
not the type to hang with b-tches, all my friends got guns and cash (grrah)
[verse 7]
i’m the b-tch that get sh-t hot, i’m the b-tch they wanna stop (hot, hot) (stop)
sh-tted on all my opps
callin’ me a bop, i can’t be somethin’ i’m not (brrr)
n-ggas be easy, i’m settin’ the drop
stay on my page, how you hate and you watch? (b-tch)
i’m never gon’ fall off the top (b-tch)
i be with the steppers, you be with the cops (grrah)
[verse 8]
spreadin’ all these rumors, n-ggas lie on they computers
wendy williams did a show about me ’cause i f-ck with shooters
if i say that sh-t, i do it, too deep in love with them shooters
turn n-ggas up with the music, industry got h-lla’ rumors
[outro]
b-tch ass n-ggas wanna sit behind the computer and talk sh-t like a b-tch
about a b-tch, but i been that, gon’ forever be that
n-ggas ain’t on sh-t but d-ck, just like they b-tch do, suck d-ck
f-ck, turn n-ggas up with the music, industry got h-lla’ rumors
turn n-ggas up with the music, industry got h-lla’ rumors
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