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Duchess Da Boss

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F*ck love, you find that shit in all the wrong places
Tired of people steady, showing me they different faces
Ever been surrounded by straight haters who claim they love ya
Then turn around and treat you like you nothin', f*ck em

Ain't been the same since I got crossed by my cousin nigga
And we ain't even gon' speak on all them other hoes
Milking sixty dollars, out a red roof, what you trickin' for
Talkin' all that shit, till I'm kickin' in his front door

Yes, I want all the smoke, all you bitches been' a joke
Accolades behind my name, I ain't never been slow
Still spending stripper money, we can put it on the floor
Done made a couple investments, let me check my credit score

I been thumbin' through funds, bitches know I'm the one
Been learned from my ex that gettin' get back ain't no fun huh?
Wakin' up in sweats, tryna beat the sun
Know some niggas booked a quarter ball for goin' on the run

Wanna reach out to you, but it really ain't no point, baby
Mean it is what it is, what's done is done, baby
Miss the way you used to come through and f*ck on me
Afterwards, we conversed about us livin' life in luxury

I can't tell you what's next, caught in a vortex
Jesus laid his hands on me and was like, you're blessed
We were thirteen when we jumped off the porch
Don't make me go back to my old ways, my old days

Still the same lil Jaz out the 'partments
Ever had your presents, stole a week before Christmas Day
Mama used to say if she can't pay, we in this bitch-bussin' suds
Me and Peaches still beefin, who'd thought it'd be us?

Ride through Calabash just for a shrimp plate
Grandma want me to pull up no matter how late
Went to dirty myrtle  just to say I'm out of state

Passenger princess with a truck full of shooters
We on the way to party shop
Still doin' heads out the kitchen with no perm box
I swear I got so much shit at stake

I just started another business like yesterday
And the trip to Tulum ain't canceled, it's on delay
I just put another ten in the safe
Damn, I missed my jail call the other day

Hope you understand I'm busy, I been gaining baby weight
Gaining baby weight, due date never-uary
Put my trust in God so I ain't never worried
Drink all my water and I'm eatin' all my berries

I ain't never been no punk and I ain't never been scary
Remember clockin' in on third shift at ten p.m
And sneaking out the back just to go and get the bag
Had the club jumpin' til about four a.m

Then comin' back, clockin' out, actin' like the shit ain't happen
When it come to them duckies, I gotta have it, no cap
Got no time to sleep, my client deposit set, she got an appointment at nine
F*ck wit dealers who don't give a f*ck about what time you call

On the seven day, 24 hour grind
Cause I been broke before, so please don't try to break me
Showed em love, them bitches still try to snake me
Used to give a f*ck, but I can't even say that shit as of lately

All that hatin' shit don't get you paid, so f*ck you pay me
F*ck who doubted, and f*ck who against me
Pretty like Picasso, Leonardo Da Vinci
Yo nigga wanna, uhhhh, wonder why these hoes envy

Ain't shit to talk about unless you book me

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