Credits
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Destiny Anderson
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Lyrics
I was born with at least 3 enemies
Beat a bitch up in my Carhartt dungarees
I’m the real bad ass bitch in these streets
They mad
Prolly cuz they can’t compete
Ha!
Suffer right up under my pretty lil feet
I reject that lil **** now he runnin' after me
I’m chasing bags and ion brag
But they gettin heavy D
I got em praying for this pussy cuz it’s something heavenly
Its a few Eminem’s and some Diddy's hittin' me up
They like the way I talk and lick my lips
I’m fuckin stuck up
I walk into the room with an attitude his dick get stuck up
This bitch just booted up and she won’t sit and shut the fuck up
I’m drunk as fuck
I test my luck
Cuz bitch I’m fuckin on one
That ain’t designer bitch u broke you got the faux ones
And you ain’t tough I called you out and now she tryna grow some
Don’t be a bitch just find ya moment
When it come and go dumb
They said Im cold
I’m from the 'lo
It’s in the air
So I don’t care
If that’s your **** why he texting me he hate it over there
I ain’t pressed about a thing bitch I’m layed like baby hairs
I pop champagne and roll it up I see they mad but I don’t care
Its a few Eminem’s and some Diddy's hittin' me up
They like the way I talk and lick my lips
I’m fuckin stuck up
I walk into the room with an attitude his dick get stuck up
This bitch just booted up and she won’t sit and shut the fuck up
Written by: Destiny Anderson