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Uh, hello, can I speak to, uh, uh | Yeah, you know who you are, look | You had no idea what ya dealing with
Uh, hello, can I speak to, uh, uh Yeah, you know who you are, look You had no idea what ya dealing with Something on some of this realest shit Pop champagne, I'll give you a sip 'Bout to go dumb, how come? Yeah, that's my bitch That's my bitch Sh-shorty right there? That's my bitch That's my bitch I've been waiting for a long, long time Just to get off and throw my hands up high And live my life, and live my life Just to get off and throw my hands up high I paid for them titties, get your own It ain't safe in the city, watch the throne She say I care more about them basquion's Basquiats, she learning a new word, it's yacht Blew the world up as soon as I hit the club with her Too Short called, told me I fell in love with her Seen by actors, ball players and drug dealers And some lesbians that never loved niggas Twisted love story, True Romance Mary Magdalene from a pole dance I'm a freak huh, rock star life The second girl with us, that's our wife Hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle Who's the new old perv that's tryna play second fiddle? No disrespect, I'm not tryna belittle But my dick worth money I put Monie in the middle I've been waiting for a long long time (Where she at? In the middle) Just to get off and throw my hands up high And live my life, and live my life Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high Swilling little licks and mixes 'til mornin' I'm yearning, ooh, yeah Could I maybe have another dab of your potion? Stop motion, ooh, yeah Go harder than a nigga for a nigga, go figure Told me keep my own money if we ever did split up How could somethin' so gangsta be so pretty in pictures? Ripped jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers Uh, Picasso was alive he woulda made her That's right nigga, Mona Lisa can't fade her I mean Marilyn Monroe, she's quite nice But why all the pretty icons always all white? Put some colored girls in the MoMA Half these broads ain't got nothing on Willona Don't make me bring Thelma in it Bring Halle, bring Penélope and Salma in it, uh Back to my Beyoncés, you deserve three stacks word to Andre Call Larry Gagosian, you belong in mo-seums You belong in vintage clothes crushing the whole building You belong with niggas who used to be known for dope dealin' You too dope for any of those civilians Now shoo, children, stop lookin' at her tits Get your own dog, ya heard? That's my bitch I've been waiting for a long long time Just to get off and throw my hands up high And live my life, and live my life Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high
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