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You's a fucking ****, and you's a bitch, and your bitch is a bitch, and your old bitch is a

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Yeah, uh huh

uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh

I got way too much to

I got way, look

I got way too much to lose

Got even more things to do

Need all these funds to accrue

Had to cut some out the loop

Noticed I'm really in tune

Improving myself, nothing new

There's almost nothing left to prove

The mirror shows all of the proof

My homie said I'm too aloof

These women want to be my boo

But all the focus on the loot

To put my poems in the Louvre

Bruh and them know that I'm the truth

Stunting in a milk suit

And I'm stacking bread too

Not the one to step to

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