I.T.B
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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