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letra de i admit it - rican da menace

[intro:]
n-n-non stop

[verse:]
i hate to say that i’m that b-tch
but okay, i admit it (i am)
f-ck n-gga, i ain’t no bird (the f-ck?)
boy, that’s for them pigeons (bawk bawk!)
i woke up and check my bank account
i’m sh-ttin’ on these lil’ b-tches (aha!)
don’t pay these n-ggas mind
sh-t, i barely pay my tickets (at all)
we all know the truth ’bout you
don’t gotta lie to kick it (don’t lie)
please stop calling me a female rapper
b-tch, i come in different (come in different)
they ain’t enough big to turn a p-ssy down
somethin’ smellin’ fishy
i be spittin’, b-tches poppin’ ’em peases
excuse me, mrs. (pop, pop, pop, pop)
i went platinum naturally, ain’t had to get no work donе
never been no hoe
hе tryna hit, this n-gga homeless (uht-uht)
been servin’ looks since way back then
they say that when i’m postin’ (when i’m postin’)
this p-ssy made him hate me
he so mad, he can’t control it (he mad)
i need fifty just to pop out
take the bag and buy a chain (buy a chain)
when he hit it from the back, call him another n-gga name
p-ssy good, do what i want and he still tryna grab the rank
boy, i’m draggin’, ain’t no way our last name can be the same (f-ck no)
i pulled up in a lambo truck, you hatin’ from a rover (eww)
this lil’ red b-tch got a lot of blues, can’t wait to pull me over
b-tch, i’m a 10 but i stay with a .9
and my bank account got like 8 zeroes (uhuh)
only f-ck with like 7 b-tches (what?) but all my b-tches got 6 figures (okay)
every song i put out for it slipped
i gave this b-tch 5
put me first, second, third, even fourth, at least i’m top five (aha!)
these broke ass n-ggas be annoyin’ me (ugh)
how these b-tches be lettin’ sh-t fly? (fly)
to be honest, i’m harder than most of these n-ggas
send me to h-ll if i’m lyin’ (i’m not)
i hate a b-tch that be watchin’ my story but hidin’
b-tch, why is you spyin’? (the f-ck?)
he thought i would post a pic up with your man
b-tch, please, is you high? (uht-uht)
if i see you again, i’ma tell you what’s up and then block you, b-tch, bye
i don’t argue with b-tches that brag about mexico
b-tch, i’m in dubai (bye, bye)
ha done made that ugly face but i still keep it cute
treat my man like wiz and kali, b-tch, you just gon’ see a suite
stand up, b-tch, make my man sit down
he got on half a suit
i ain’t takin’ shots from none of these n-ggas
but he still tryna shoot (boom-boom-boom, his shot!)
hop in a foreign and just went ghost
this an invisible coupe
i make it hard to walk in my shoes
she can’t even afford my boots (b-tch)
i’ma pulls post so why i got rich, i hate the lease (hate the lease)
they say men and women lie, you far and right i hate the news (f-ck that lyin’)
i can’t even count how many times that i got hated on
ion entertain it, i ignore it, and just play along
b-tches think i came up over night
okay, go make a song
then send it back to me so i can tell you that i hate the song
b-tch!

- rican da menace

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