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letra de who are you? (original version) - rina whorgan

[verse 1]
i mean, i look so good, how could you not take a peek?
tiffany ’round my neck with versace on my sheets
miss chrissy, i got these rejects mad p-ssy
told ’em i send a verse and i end up going missin’
like m.i.a., you cannot hang
all i sit around and shot cootlers
had ’em dialin’ it for me like a butler
’cause i run these n-ggas pockets like portler
yo, louis vuitton on my hip
and don’t forget i put the ysl on my lips
had to tell that n-gga, i don’t ride for a trip
and i don’t give a f-ck, you cut the bob on a b-tch

[chorus]
(r) rich bad b-tches in the club, n-ggas poppin’ bottles
throw some hundreds when you in the club with
(i) intelligent and very wеll-mannered
with your n-gga in the fandom, keep thе pictures in the camera
(n) n-gga, don’t test me
i’m a badass, b-tch, you should really wanna impress me
(a) anyway, at the end of the day
b-tch, i’m rina f-ckin’ whorgan, who the f-ck are you?

[post-chorus]
i hear you b-tches in the back thinkin’ you could top this
show me which b-tches affected and b-tches gon’ pop sh-t
well, tell me some that i don’t know, keep b-tches up on they toes
listen to ’em, all these b-tches bitin’ rina whorgan flow
[verse 2]
step one, do it like me, step two, be a bad b-tch
now to step three, step three, never do a d-mn thing for free
unless they are your girls, but half the time they cop and plead
now step four, if you ain’t beat step two, hit the d-mn door
because i’m not taking charity cases or f-cking wh0res
i mean, what can i say? you b-tches can’t hang
and all i hear is fussin’ about rina f-ckin’ whorgan, babe
and what i said, b-tch? yeah, i keep it real to the dead, b-tch
a-anyway way at the end of the day
b-tch, i’m rina f-ckin’ whorgan, who the f-ck are you?

[chorus]
(r) rich bad b-tches in the club, n-ggas poppin’ bottles
throw some hundreds when you in the club with
(i) intelligent and very well-mannered
with your n-gga in the fandom, keep the pictures in the camera
(n) n-gga, don’t test me
i’m a badass, b-tch, you should really wanna impress me
(a) anyway, at the end of the day
b-tch, i’m rina f-ckin’ whorgan, who the f-ck are you?

[post-chorus]
i hear you b-tches in the back thinkin’ you could top this
show me which b-tches affected and b-tches gon’ pop sh-t
well, tell me some that i don’t know, keep b-tches up on they toes
listen to ’em, all these b-tches bitin’ rina whorgan flow
[outro]
amir, yo, yo
i want all my bad b-tches, all my big, fat titty b-tches
all the b-tches with the fat asses
i want you to get up and jump, b-tch, like, i want you to bounce
i love b-tches that make money, i love b-tches that love me, b-tch
you know it, b-tch, yo, yeah, yeah, okay
girl, no, for real, i love all of you
like, real rina sh-t, b-tch (r), real rap sh-t, b-tch
you feel me, my n-gga? (i) do you f-ckin’ feel me?
(n)
(a)

- rina whorgan

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