I'm just one with three baths, I could all day
I got small, two, you could ride day
I piss fifties and leave the seat up
Dolce bottom feet of the Dolce to dine deeper
Walking over, then kick my feet up
Cause I'm a, I'm a diva
Check my bracket and tell me I ain't a keeper
This outfit'll cause a fever, this s*** will make them believe us
My jacket, chinchilla, cheetah, I'm wedded, they her Katrina
Wed like Trina, Frida, Queen LaShiva
She'll a diva, face like Rita, shoes on bleeder
Call her Miss Johnson, real John Cena, anything to squeeze her, pleaser
She a real diva, she don't like me, me neither
Shawty wanna treat her, eat her, rockstar Beatles
Shawty wanna ride two-seater, that ain't no rollie, that's a Casio
Ain't her support, just step a patio
You must've missed her, drippin'
Slippin' side to b***h, tight as a Spaghetti-o
I'm in love with this scenario
I need some drugs for this scenario
I need a check, a cash, a leather bag, I'm in need, boy, for this scenario
Lil' white b***h on deep pops, she a lit teapot
Two left feet, them Reeboks, Shawty did freelance, now she a freak
Thought she'd never let the b***h alone with my seat mods
Now the b***h skip hip, poppin' in my Reeboks
Talkin' bout a detox, f*** like a beatbox
All grown up, lookin' like Celine, not that booty cheap
But you can go cheap out
That booty cheap, ain't even peaked
I need that booty for keeps, that booty ring
Ain't even G, that booty fake, I'm the leader
Free like an animal, free like a candy bar
She holly-flamin' ball, free like a Marigold
Let me jump inside a Shawty f*** like a candy bar
Free, free, free, free
I wish that to all of you b***hs
I blew 50 racks in one summer
I think I deserve a new Hummer
I still clap for b***hs I'm front of
That rap b***h be the new runner
Man, they can't predict how I'll start
Just make sure that you look
With my lunch
Diamonds bustin' out to my front
And f*** my b***h, cause don't you too blunt
I will poke like I'm a new belt
Popeye strong, cause I eat my kale
Light my dart, don't f*** no mail
Cause a scene, cause I'm a post-bale
Feel like Bogus, trip on my shoulders
Won't tip bogus, still at the top
Sold you, so deep, so bogus
How you bold, I can't see the front
They want a police, so shout out my nieces
Stay on the defense, this leech is
Can't take a plan B, moves on to plan C
Wild like a bear, she f*** ate you
F***in' panda party like Gatsby
I'm ready to lose in the Gatsby
I don't get jet lagged, I just take
BC, I'm that f*** that won't be around me
The belt is BB, nickname Cece
Could've bought Cece, see the one DD
Suck on my pee-pee, so pee-wee
Money green like seaweed, but I see beanie
You small pop, f***in' been a preemie
Eatin' all the lamb, I forgot the ghee
Don't try this at home, it f***in' look easy
Easy, easy, my money fleek, fleek
Body petite, killin' these f***, they know it was me
She can't think for herself, so we call her a she
She, she, Lobo P
Provide all my jeans, luggage I'm rollin' around
Louis V, got on red bottles, feel like Cardi B
Got hit with Dorico, that f*** started singin' like
She was on Glee
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