Lyrics

Bisha, woo
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Yo, B I G hoe
It's Hibachi
I don't give a fuck
What'cha need?
I'm dat girl, quite frankly
Gotta couple hoes mad
'Cause they ain't me
I done spared a lot of bitches
They should thank me
And I'm pretty with no filter
I know they hate me
Bitch, I am the clout
Bitch, I am the hype
I ain't no **** baby mama
And my money right
And I'm out of sight
But I'm on they mind
They only see me popping shit
All down they timeline
I gave these bitches
Hope and influence
They be studying my 'Gram
Just to see how I do it
How she independent
And she still be rocking the new shit?
Standing with the big dogs
I could never be ruined
I ain't gone cap it
Was sometimes that I thought I would lose it
But it's the goosebumps I get
When I be shitting on bitches
Overdressed and never pressed
Don't want to kick it with bitches
Lame hoes in my city making
Weak ass disses
You a lame hoe
Pop outside for a night
I might get booked for a 50
How you claim you that bitch
But don't get booked in your city?
Just another mad bitch
'Cause her whole life shitty
This the reason why I say
You bitches ain't fucking with me
40 inches hanging off my ass
I pop my shit
Got some **** in their feelings
'Cause I'm not they bitch
Think she bad, but she broke
You are not that lit
Balenciaga head to toe
20k on the fit
Couple bands in my Birkin
I got options, different colors
He gone buy it if I want it
I don't got to do much talking, yeah
Big bags only
I come through that bitch stumping
Big body Benz
I need 2 spots just to park it, yeah
I'm dat girl, quite frankly
Gotta couple hoes mad
'Cause they ain't me
I done spared a lot of bitches
They should thank me
And I'm pretty with no filter
I know they hate me
Yeah
I'm dat, I'm dat
I'm dat girl, yeah
I'm dat, I'm dat
I'm dat girl, yeah
I'm dat girl quite frankly
Gotta couple hoes mad
'Cause they ain't me
Getting money out the crack house like the 80's
The ghost of Richard Porter
I swear to God, I go crazy
Hopping out the hurricane
I come with cocaine
Still owe me, so it's fuck you
Till you pay me, man
Once I let you in this door
You can't get out this shit
You know my VVs
Attract the baddest bitches
Want to pull up on me now
You gotta cop'a chicken
Real dope boy
Do I have to mention?
Yeah, my life shit
I really come from water whipping
I play that whole game
Don't do no intermissions
I blow that pressure
Hot boxing out the Cullinan
I took a 4 out them bricks
You know I get it in
Ain't no murders for hire
You better pay attention
**** not balling like me
You better bench him
Ain't no telling what's off
In her stash now
She hit the mall
Louis, Dior bags now
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I'm dat girl, quite frankly
Gotta couple hoes mad
'Cause they ain't me
I done spared a lot of bitches
They should thank me
And I'm pretty with no filter
I know they hate me
Yeah
I'm dat, I'm dat
I'm dat girl, yeah
I'm dat, I'm dat
I'm dat girl, yeah
I'm dat girl quite frankly
Gotta couple hoes mad
Cause they ain't me
I know they hate me
Written by: Larue Thompson
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