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letra de slap a bitch - lady boss

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[intro]
i need to slap a b-tch!
now you know i had to make a song
next time someone wants to talk sh-t, i’m gonna write a song about you too
f-ck all these fake ass b-tches

[chorus]
don’t make me slap a chick
i heard they runnin’ their mouth
they ’bout to run in their house when i come out
’cause i will slap a b-tch
people around you are soft
i’ll knock their lashes right off, the lady boss
[verse 1]
they’re runnin’ the minute i step in the room
i don’t just talk it, you know what i do
think ’cause i’m famous, i won’t entertain it
i get in their -n-s, who f-ckin’ with who?
i’m as real as they come, the nеighborhood know me
no textin’, no dm, no inbox, no phonies
p-p-p-p-phoniеs, phonies, phonies
runnin’ in circles like cancers and ponies
n0body owns me, do what i want
man, you can’t step to the level i’m on
move anywhere, i’m a [?] to my enemies, frenemies, gettin’ it first like a p-wn
it’s easy, like shooting some ducks in a pond
f-ck you b-tch, now it’s on
i’ll jump out your bushes, no show-ups, no pushes
couple of jabs with a couple of bombs

[chorus]
don’t make me slap a chick
i heard they runnin’ their mouth
they ’bout to run in their house when i come out
’cause i will slap a b-tch
people around you are soft
i’ll knock their lashes right off, the lady boss
don’t make me slap a chick
i’m in the street, you gon’ see me
i even do it on tv, they tmz me
’cause i will slap a b-tch
you know my temper ‘gon flare up
and then i’m throwin’ my hair up, and then we square up
[verse 2]
speak and get cold-c-cked (b-tches)
don’t look so shocked (b-tches)
lips get swole, next thing you know, skippin’ that botox
drita will beat-uh, smoke ’em like reefer
go through the beef like a f-ckin’ meat cleaver
i’m stronger, you weaker, i’m sick of these tweeters
we don’t facetime ‘less the feds make a seizure
bumpin’ our movie like bass in a speaker
you cop-callin’ leeches all run to the bleachers
punk little-leaguers, eager to take drita straight to the cleaners
i’m hot like a fever
you rat little creatures, i’m changin’ your features
you’re probably a bleeder, don’t f-ck up my [?]
forget like amnesia, stripes like a zebra
watch how you speak -ta, they call me the reaper

[chorus]
don’t make me slap a chick
i heard they runnin’ their mouth
they ’bout to run in their house when i come out
’cause i will slap a b-tch
people around you are soft
i’ll knock their lashes right off, the lady boss
don’t make me slap a chick
i’m in the street, you gon’ see me
i even do it on tv, they tmz me
’cause i will slap a b-tch
you know my temper ‘gon flare up
and then i’m throwin’ my hair up, and then we square up

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