Change your feelings
A vision, a perfection
Drop the warning, body of majesty
Host praying I disappear magically
Secret meetings, closed doors, discussing strategy
Nip tuck your anatomy, you'll never be as bad as me
30 plus but the tits bout 20
Ass 18, niggas be acting funny
Roll to the club, money team like Mayweather
December, dropping tops like it's Mayweather
I say never when hoes begging me to debt it
Bitch I ain't apologetic, if I said it, I said it
Bitches, get they ass lubed up for some lubes
I ain't even gotta show them the news
Being treated with the face might give them a little taste
When it's keys to the place might give them a little face
Throwing shade on niggas with my shades on
And still catch the fade on the bitch with my fresh nails
Play on
Play on
Play on
Jetsetter gets better, get sweater
5'5 main jet, he just met her
Herbicide, see niggas throw birds off you
Hoes can't relate to the birds I do
Like swim, fly and shop, let me stop
I know that's over your head
So over my dead body
Since y'all be killin' me off
But I let you get a one-up, y'all ain't killin' me off
Oh, and he spoils me, baby, cause he adores me
D-O-R-S me, Calamander floors me
Tellin' me over, doin' it, and he ignores me
Y'all whores be flatlinin', underscore Z
Turned up all the way, buck fifty
I don't go after these niggas, they come and get me
Take a shot for whoever can * it with me
Henny Black, clip my ponytail on him
And Remy, yeah
I can't help it, I'm so hot, he melted
My baby died and came back after he felt me
Stuck his whole face in it after he smelt it
That's why I'm incultin' and wild, so belty
Got a little thug infatuated with stacks
So like I'm a tall bitch, saturated with tacks
It ain't Bradford, it ain't me

Raggin' if he's statin'
If facts, that's why he overreacts
And fake stays in my lap, takin' naps
Night, night, for you hatin' hoes, lights off
Can't address me directly when my mic's off
No eye contact, look down and speak softly
Haters got hippie jeebies, keep the * off me
Sips coffee and kills your hoes softly
Show y'all where the boss be, an eight by ten glossy
iPhone pics takin' an auto-slash
Bad niggas and ass-ass are autographed
Would you like ass?
Would you like ass?
It's an auto-play
Bad niggas and ass-ass
To quench your royal fire
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