I.T.B

Katita Royal

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Katita Royal


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Yeah, this joint right here is going out to everybody getting money
I mean the real cream
The cash is so spicy
Can I have a little bit of lime

Yes, yes, y'all
Yes, yes, y'all
This one come straight from the down south
I'm gonna get more than my brother

I don't give a f*ck about no fucking hating bitches
Looking for attention, looking for a mention
Looking for the drama til the karma. Hit their mama. I'll be chilling with karma till they mean
Business, let the chopper hit her face. No forgiveness

I'm not straight from the gutter but I did lived it
And I learned a few things to make a bitch quit it
I'll just get my crew, they will handle business
Yeah, yeah, I'm that bitch 6'1". I'm a tall babe just like the Empire State

I don't got time for that beef. I got enough on my fucking plate
Botched ass bodies, you bitches thought you really fucking ate
If I shoot two shots, y'all bitches will just fucking inflate
Nah I ain't disrespectful but when niggas speak my name, yeah, I might get dreadful

Just call me Penny Dreadful
Heavy on the Henny. Legal problems, just call my cousin Vinny
I'll make me a milli. I've seen stranger things, just call me Millie
But I'll be the bad guy like Billy. They just worry I'm the illest, like Illest, Illest

They just worry I'm the illest, like Illest, Illest
They just worry I'm the illest, like Illest, Illest
Bein' a freak ain't I brag. Suckin' dick for money, what a gag
You a boss bitch, more like a hoe-ass bitch

Is your retirement plan? Some old ass dick, ha
Yeah, I work my nine to five
Havin' a good man, that's all I got
You bitches chase money, not love

Screaming, niggas ain't shit, but when push comes to shove, you ain't above
I'll be your mama and your daddy beat your ass like a granny
Fake titties, fake fannies, and a house for your kids
Oh, that's funny. Yeah, I'm that bitch, 6'1"

I'm a tall babe, just like the Empire State, State, State
I don't got time for that beef. I got enough on my fuckin' plate
Plate, plate, plate. Yeah, fake ass bodies
You bitches thought you really fuckin' ate

Yeah, I work my nine to five
Havin' a good man, that's all I want
I see me
Hold on

You bitches chase money, not love
Screaming, niggas ain't shit, but when push comes to shove
Yeah, this joint right here is going out to everybody getting money
I mean the real cream

She was so spicy
Yes, yes, y'all

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Written by: Kathleen Simon

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