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letra de truth is freestyle - maiya the don

[intro]
oh, yeah
uh
(malibu babie, we can get it poppin’)
yeah
big gun, big gun
(and if the beat live, you know lilju made it)

[verse 1]
fox fur draggin’ on the floor, i bring the drama (drama)
fendi down, i’m the don feelin’ like monet tejada (yeah)
i don’t even post n-ggas on my page, and she still checkin’
put me on a island i get ate, like he meal preppin’
comin’ through with check, i swear these bands got me braggin’ different
fly me out the country, make my titties and my ass different
diamonds acrobatic on my neck, they be backflippin’
b-tches think they badder, but they fried, they be catfishin’
beatin’ ’round the bush, all that bully sh-t is a gimmick (gimmick)
don’t trip, ’cause if i decide to diss i’ii be specific (yeah)
i been countin’ up this cash for hours, my money long (long)
i don’t need to be a princess (what?), i would rather be the don (big don)
[chorus]
truth is b-tches still be trippin’ over my last n-gga
outta season, b-tches puttin’ on what i had on last winter
truth is b-tches twice my age with half my bag
psa to all these weak ass hoes, kiss my ass (mwah)
speakin’ on my name, thinkin’ i’m plain, this ain’t that (nah)
i’m paid, i don’t get checked, i get checks, ain’t no tax (tax)
i go platinum in my hood, could give a f-ck about them plaques
and these b-tches know i been the influence, and that’s way before i rapped (facts)

[verse 2]
i’m sh-ttin’ on these b-tches, need to put me in a diaper
i ain’t really been feelin’ none of these hoes that ya hyped up (yeah)
in person, they energy ain’t matchin’ what they typed up (uh)
pistol whip and pop a p-ssy, b-tch, don’t get piped up
we ain’t beefin’, lil’ ho, yeah, you just ain’t rich enough
and for your birthday, yo’ boyfriend bought you a party bus
your n-gga loose in my dm, he need to tighten up (tighten up)
b-tch must not know who i am, needa enlighten her
baby, pass that don, i get neaky off the liquor (liquor)
if i get that bottle, ho, you better watch your n-gga (get him)
if looks could k!ll, you know i’m drop-dead gorgeous
you shade room, you tmz, you on-site, l’m forbes list (big don)

[chorus]
truth is b-tches still be trippin’ over my last n-gga
outta season, b-tches puttin’ on what i had on last winter
truth is b-tches twice my age with half my bag
psa to all these weak ass hoes, kiss my ass (mwah)
speakin’ on my name, thinkin’ i’m plain, this ain’t that (b-tch)
i’m paid, i don’t get checked, i get checks, ain’t no tax (b-tch)
i go platinum in my hood, could give a f-ck about them plaques
and these b-tches know i been the influence, and that’s way before i rapped
[outro]
oh, yeah
big don, b-tch

- maiya the don

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