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letra de i'm a g.a.w.d. - beema monroe

[chorus]
i’m a grown -ss woman dawg
ion worry bout you
i mind my business
that’s what grown folk do

i’m a grown -ss woman dawg
certain games ion play
get 2 quick jabs in the face

i’m a grown -ss woman dawg
i’m f-ck sh-t free
you messy hoes can’t sit up under me
when you grown you focusing on your future
f-ck a hater or the next b-tch
blah blah blah
cut the check b-tch
i’m a grown -ss woman dawg

[1st verse]
don’t gossip round me
f-ck round and punched in the t–th
ion wanna hear a m-th-f-cking thang about shonte business
(ughh) the lord is my witness
i’ll been done caught a charge entertaining you messy -ss
petty -ss
never going steady -ss
f-cked out
meddling -ss hoes
shopping at them ghetto -ss stores
touch your big ghetto -ss nose
don’t worry bout me
i always been a ‘g’
and i learn when i listen
ain even tryna speak
tell that hoe n-gga this
he acting like a b-tch
prolly got him in his feelings
cause i’m k!lling his b-tch
like it’s my fault they’nt feeling that sh-t
survey says i’m k!lling this sh-t
f-ck a n-gga hating, perpetrating
i be somewhere venelating
cloud 10 gotta maximize my current situation
nope yeen gotta like i
but i promise all you haters gone respect my mind
and respect my grind
yeen gotta speak
subscribe to the website
yeen gotta sneak
ain never been petty
the streets say i’m ready
i done fell off at the waist
now you b-tches finna get it
shut it down every town
and i’m leaving with the crown
got ya n-gga and ya daughter screaming team beema now

[chorus]

[2nd verse]
talking big sh-t on the internet
see me in the streets, b-tch gimmie that
so much to say
but when you see me, youn’t look my way
those the games that lil girls play
lemme tell you bout me
seven times three
twelve plus nine
however you break it down
i’m 21 bout mines
no time to waste so stay in a child’s place
if it’s really on ya chest
say it to a b-tch face
i’m out here getting money
f-ck beefing with the next b-tch
ain got the problem
ask that b-tch
i’m either driving the beema, audi, jag, or the lex b-tch
blah blah blah cut the check b-tch
i keep the engine running
ain tryna be funny
but you paying in rent
i prolly spend in gas money
i’m loyal to one n-gga
don’t matter he riding with me
i’m flyer than a drone and my gits they flying with me
educated
don’t mistake it
i speak hood sh-t fluent
f-ck around and get ya grill ruined
youn’t want this pressure
b-tch you better go your direction
f-ck around and catch the wrong blessing
teach you this lesson
bluffing with ya cards
getcha sh-t pulled
tell me what’s a yorkie to a pit bull?
eww eww eww
and it’s still
f-ck a hater or the next b-tch
blah blah blah
cut the check b-tch

[chorus]

- beema monroe

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