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letra de don't come at me - cleva thoughts

[hook] (2x)
don’t come at me talking bout’
you the hardest rap b-tch out in the game
(you can have that sh-t)
don’t come at me talking bout’
you an o.g when you really are a lame
(do ya thing lil’ b-tch)
don’t come at me talking bout’
how you got money, cars, clothes and the world
(i don’t give a f-ck)
don’t come at me tryna holla bout’ a side b-tch
n-gga go home to ya girl
(yup, yup, yup)

[cleva thoughts verse]
you might look good but ya rap mediocre
be the ogre blow flames til’ you a non smoker
what’s that odor? its that sh-t mixed with baking soda
coming up local, full speed call me loco-motor
got me f-cked up like i’m never sober
if you think i’m bowing down
it’s before i strike like king cobra
this real life the dream over
takeover, palmer park land over, baltimore team show up!
luckier than green clovers
that i don’t give a f-ck if you gleam
hope we all get this cream, turn-up!
i’m just tryna make it out this enclosure
ain’t even tryna take you out n-gga for no exposure
tryna shop around this track like a grocer
it’s more to this rap, got that head hitter gopher
f-ck around and loose a molar talking too g
need to talk like a grown up when you talking to me
aye! cry me a m-th-fuggin river n-gga
if you think i give a sh-t about any figures that ya counting
ya bars couldn’t move a fountain let alone a mountain
ain’t selling records and ya generation don’t respect ya
illuminati puppet -ss pigeon, get up out my sector
ain’t amounting to your m-th-fuggin image
you keep selling out for the gimmicks
make us all look bad cause ya’ll never get the picture aye!

[hook](2x)
don’t come at me talking bout’
you the hardest rap b-tch out in the game
(you can have that sh-t)
don’t come at me talking bout’
you an o.g when you really are a lame
(do ya thing lil’ b-tch)
don’t come at me talking bout’
how you got money, cars, clothes and the world
(i don’t give a f-ck)
don’t come at me tryna holla bout’ a side b-tch
n-gga go home to ya girl
(yup, yup, yup)

[the syrin verse]
i always got queen in my blood
a sprinkle of thug cause i’m stirring’ it up
please step back and recount your bucks
don’t come for me cause i don’t give a f-ck
all your -ss shots, don’t make your sh-t hot
miss thug you not! be the first call the cops (whoop!)
then i came through and stole your spot
please don’t be mad cause my sh-t just rocks

[bridge]
it’s a mystery how we’re composed
(how we’re composed)
cause our talents are we have not what we show
(not what we show)

[the syrin verse continued…]
ya’ll just really don’t know
teaching young girls how to be young hoes
never side chicks stop selling that role
only a queen gonna take that goal

[hook]
don’t come at me talking bout’
you the hardest rap b-tch out in the game
(you can have that sh-t)
don’t come at me talking bout’
you an o.g when you really are a lame
(do ya thing lil’ b-tch)
don’t come at me talking bout’
how you got money, cars, clothes and the world
(i don’t give a f-ck)
don’t come at me tryna holla bout’ a side b-tch
n-gga go home to ya girl
(yup, yup, yup)

- cleva thoughts

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