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letra de j - bb

[intro]
mama… you look like a rockstar

[verse 1]
i do my daughter hair, i take a break to serve a junkie
i can’t lay up with these n-gg-s, i know they just wanna f-ck me
catching d-ck and missing money, missing money, catching d-ck
now i nut off paper cuts,i count it backwards chop a brick
i know b-tches wanna be me – insecure like issa rae
i mean okay, let’s see whats broken p-ssy b-tch i gotta block today
by the way, i can’t hear the hate i’m in the air today
i’m on the way to amsterdam to put it in the air today
bags on top of bags today, foot all on they neck today
she say what she wanna say but who that b-tch gon’ check today?
nothing but the meal, don’t burn in h-ll, don’t play with god okay?
i be where you scared to go, pull up on me like your dope

[hook]
i’m that b-tch (i’m that b-tch)
been that b-tch (been that b-tch)
still that b-tch (still that b-tch)
gon’ stay that b-tch (gon’ stay that b-tch, yeah)
i’m that b-tch (i’m that b-tch)
been that b-tch (been that b-tch)
still that b-tch (still that b-tch)
gon’ stay that b-tch (gon’ stay that b-tch, yeah)
i’m that b-tch (i’m that b-tch)
been that b-tch (been that b-tch)
still that b-tch (still that b-tch)
gon’ stay that b-tch (gon’ stay that b-tch, yeah)
i’m that b-tch (i’m that b-tch)
been that b-tch (been that b-tch)
still that b-tch (still that b-tch)
gon’ stay that b-tch (gon’ stay that b-tch, yeah, yeah)

[spoken interlude]
man these hoes still talking bout sh-t that happened in motherf-cking high school like i give a f-ck about high school
b-tch this ain’t 2007 this 2018 i’m right now b-tch
shut the f-ck up stupid -ss b-tch!

[verse 2]
n-gg-s rolling reefer on my left, a pistol on my right
ain’t know f-cking telling where my knife, i keep her tucked and tight
please don’t blow my high unless you not afraid to die tonight
i know you see me glowing, got you contemplating suicide (yeah)
extra-ordinary b-tch, getting money, no funny sh-t
level up and cop that stupid whip you always wanted b-tch!
super saiyan energy you hoes could never flex on me
he molly’d me, i’m feeling me, i’m rolling with a cheque on me
all my weaves synthetic, all my n-gg-s got a girlfriend
imma get the neck and you can love him till the world end
riding with my demons, bout to pop an auburn mist
mango ’scotto on my lips, your favourite dealer on my d-ck b-tch

[spoken-word outro]
i’m just so motherf-cking glad i ain’t ever had to be no lame–ss, groupie–ss but…
y’all hoes be stressed ‘bout sh-t that ain’t even got nothing to do with y’all
y’all all up in my business, all up in my p-ssy, worried ‘bout me
worry ‘bout your-motherf-cking-self you f-cking yeast infection having–ss b-tch!
ha ha!

- bb

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