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letra de i'm the shit - damedot

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[verse 1]
you would swear i know voodoo, got a missed call from lulu (brrt)
i’m a pit, you a poodle, coupe seats look like doo-doo (vroom)
you ain’t real, boy, you fufu, b-tch a doll, look like nunu (mwah)
d-ck’ll make a b-tch cuckoo, make the p-ssy go woo-woo (michigan meech, woo)
i got a lot of opps, but i’m best friends with my jeweler (ice, ice, ice)
b-tches say they love the rose gold, it just do somethin’ to ’em (yeah)
i look at you n-ggas’ kits, y’all should throw ’em in the sewer
out to eat at joe muer with this pretty little chooser (chooser)
i think she into losers, i’m confused ’cause i’m rich (rich)
i put pointеrs on my b-tch, let her know she thе sh-t (she the sh-t)
n-gga, i can never fall, but i fell in love with trips (trips)
i don’t build houses, but i fell in love with bricks (woo)
keep it real with myself, but i’ll lie to a b-tch (yeah)
yeah, i play a lil’ pool, i walk in with the stick (drrt)
i can’t give her d-ck if that p-ssy got a stench
i had a dream last night that my n-gga got me pinched (d-mn)
woke up in a penthouse, yawned and i put a n-gga b-tch out (get out)
paranoid, i can’t even perform ‘less the stick out (swear to god)
i got big bands, lil’ boy, you got a big mouth
i remember bein’ f-cked up, i’m the sh-t now (i’m the sh-t now)

[chorus]
i’m the sh-t, b-tch, i’m the sh-t (i’m the sh-t)
paranoid as f-ck, so i’m ridin’ ’round with the stick (drrt)
i can’t even lie to you, bae, you talk a lot of sh-t (talk a lot of sh-t)
i think we should go together, you the sh-t and i’m the sh-t (hahaha)
i’m the sh-t, b-tch, i’m the sh-t (i’m the sh-t)
can’t ride around with a bird, so it’s on my wrist (brrt)
i ain’t never here, i’m too busy gettin’ it out the sticks (yah)
i can’t be around just anybody, b-tch, ’cause i’m the sh-t (’cause i’m the sh-t)
[verse 2]
i’m the sh-t, b-tch, i’m the sh-t (i’m the sh-t)
rose gold everything for the kit (ice, ice, ice)
when my white ice drop, they gon’ be sick
this eighty 5.56s in my stick’ll wipe a clique (drrt)
fill him up with green tips, i’ll shoot you through a brick
b-tch, shake that moneymaker, paid a hundred for this eighter
we slidin’ on you later, suited up like craig sager
i’m all about the paper, in la like a laker
bae, can you hold me down like an anchor? (can you?)
b-tch, can you make your hands touch your ankles? (can you?)
can we f-ck in the kitchen on the table? (yeah)
i could’ve been broke like you, so i’m grateful (thank god)
money keep sh-t together like a staple
i’m winnin’ now, jeans can’t even hold all these strips i got (racks, racks)
i can’t even perform at your party ‘less that chop ready to rock (uh-uh)
i’m probably gon’ die in the streets lettin’ off shots
i used to be the sh-t and i’m still the sh-t now, p-ssy

[chorus]
i’m the sh-t, b-tch, i’m the sh-t (i’m the sh-t)
paranoid as f-ck, so i’m ridin’ ’round with the stick (drrt)
i can’t even lie to you, bae, you talk a lot of sh-t (talk a lot of sh-t)
i think we should go together, you the sh-t and i’m the sh-t (hahaha)
i’m the sh-t, b-tch, i’m the sh-t (i’m the sh-t)
can’t ride around with a bird, so it’s on my wrist (brrt)
i ain’t never here, i’m too busy gettin’ it out the sticks (yah)
i can’t be around just anybody, b-tch, ’cause i’m the sh-t (’cause i’m the sh-t)
[outro]
(michigan meech)

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