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letra de shake sum - mattela

[verse 1]
with all that promo that you buyin’ i just thought that you would shake some
and i’m endorsin’ strippers, gon’ ahead and shake some
it’s like i can’t do anything, they always take some
it’s like i’m gettin’ cake, so now they tryna bake some
but anyways, b-tch, i’m here and the check clears
i told my stylist, get me vintage jean paul gaultier
and i don’t really f-ck with queers, they not my peers
the tops here, you not here, face is top tier
“barbie, she not worth it, she can’t even out-rap you”
see? you a whack a b-tch, i ain’t evеn gon’ whack you
messy b-tch, you better clеan it up like a vacuum
’cause i’m wildin’ out, what we doin’ in the classroom?

[chorus]
b-tches can’t f-ck with me
b-tches can’t f-ck with me
everywhere i go they tell me that i’m pretty
if i leave him then i know he gon’ miss me
better lay low when i come out like whitney
anything i’m wearin’ pink like whitney
better use your words careful when you diss me
it’s me motherf-cker, it’s me

[verse 2]
wait, who dissed? who this? b-tches don’t do this
b-tch, i won’t respond, ’cause i’m leave your ass toothless
b-tch, i been the princess, b-tch, i been the shoe fit
you was never princess, but keep dreamin’ lucid
b-tch, i go nuts, boston baked nuts, massachusetts
you a fat b-tch, but when you rap, b-tch, you don’t chew, sis
not my fault that i’m the one they always gonna choose, sis
i was born to win, you was clearly born to lose, sis
if i’m with a n-gga then he blowin’ a band
so i don’t know why b-tches think we sharin’ a man
b-tch, i’m a brand, yeah, ho, b-tch, i’m a brand
pass me the milk, cereal, raisin’ they brand (look)
i ain’t talkin’ matte, ho, when i say i black, ho
b-tches see me winnin’, what the f-ck you think they rap for?
go against me, you know your career a wrap, ho
no really, go look at her page, her career a wrap, ho
you might could flow, but where your bars at?
b-tch, i mean your bars whack
talkin’ about leather, b-tch, where the f-ck is your cars at?
i be where the stars at, ballin’ where lamar at
meanwhile, you steady makin’ sh-t up like where nars at
ouchies, body on emily ratajkowski
what the h-ll would these rap b-tches be doin’ without me?
same b-tches startin’ rap was the same ones who was doubting
count it then we outie, baddest b-tch in every county (pretty gang)
[chorus]
b-tches can’t f-ck with me
b-tches can’t f-ck with me
everywhere i go they tell me that i’m pretty
if i leave him then i know he gon’ miss me
better lay low when i come out like whitney
anything i’m wearin’ pink like whitney
better use your words careful when you diss me
it’s me motherf-cker, it’s me

- mattela

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