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letra de from the bottom - lakeyah

[intro]
(ayy, heavy, turn the beat up, though)

[chorus]
came from the bottom, now we up like attic
just walked in the jeweler and bust down a patek
was down to my last, now i’m livin’ lavish
now i do foreigns when i’m out in traffic (d-mn)
i swear this sh-t feel like magic (voilà)
different colors in the chain (tada)
i tap the gas, that b-tch, it go (bye-bye)
broke b-tches talkin’, ain’t sayin’ (nada)

[verse 1]
i thought i told all you b-tches i’m with it (with it)
no, i’m not lettin’ up off of you n-ggas (nah, nah)
my foot on the gas, i been on they ass (uh-huh)
b-tch, i got on, now i’m makin’ ’em feel it
poppin’ my sh-t, that lil’ b-tch be trippin’ (yeah)
started on ig, i’m makin’ a livin’ (rich)
these b-tches be streamin’ my sh-t just to hate off the rip
off these b-tches, i’m makin’ a k!lling, yeah (b-tch, i’m poppin’)
my life a movie, these hoes gon’ watch it (they watch it)
new drip on, you hoes can’t cop it (can’t cop it)
ice on ice, my wrist game hockey (ice)
switch my n-gga when i please, that’s options
might be toxic
but a b-tch this bad can’t never be locked in
whatever i want, lil’ b-tch, i’m coppin’
i ain’t tryna bag no n-gga ‘less he takin’ me shoppin’, b-tch
[chorus]
came from the bottom, now we up like attic
just walked in the jeweler and bust down a patek
was down to my last, now i’m livin’ lavish
now i do foreigns when i’m out in traffic (d-mn)
i swear this sh-t feel like magic (voilà)
different colors in the chain (tada)
i tap the gas, that b-tch, it go (bye-bye)
broke b-tches talkin’, ain’t sayin’ (nada)

[verse 2]
b-tch, i’m different
i’m in my bag, won’t catch no feelings (nah, nah)
whatever i rap, lil’ b-tch, i’m livin’ (i am)
cartier wrist off the lv wristlet (yeah, yeah, yeah)
b-tch, i’m gifted
slim lil’ b-tch look just like jada (pinkett)
serve straight looks, but i ain’t no waiter (yeah)
real pimp sh-t, i keep sh-t player (i do)
that boy an eater, this p-ssy gon’ cater
give him right back if he stressin’ me
i’m not your b-tch, n-gga, please stop textin’ me (please)
i don’t like n-ggas who steady be pressin’ me
ain’t got a check, then b-tch, you ain’t checkin’ me (huh?)
n-ggas be hatin’, these b-tches look jealousy (yeah)
been poppin’ my sh-t, no, you can’t get ahead of me (not at all)
keyah the g.o.a.t., lil’ b-tch, you could never be
b-tches ain’t f-ckin’ with me, respectfully

- lakeyah

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