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  • 作曲 : Inga Marchand
    Hey, you're 'bout to hear the most incredible *******t ever written
    Hard spittin', cigar splittin'
    Pray to your god and to them words in the
    Biblical scriptures
    Critical ******* must, flow to the *******t that just fits her
    Rode, with the best auto that money can buy me
    The best damn mami,
    Def Jam signed me
    Hoes, you know they'll never compare to my status
    Nothin' matters,
    I'm the ******' baddest, see
    Fame, is worth it if you got money to match it
    I'm hotter than acid and don't even practice
    Game, guess
    I got it at birth from my momma
    Ill Na Na, real drama, see
    IBall, 'til
    I can't or
    I'm covered by maggots
    I straight spaz it and let y'all have it
    Bloaw[Foreign content](Hey)(I'm speakin' to the hood)[Foreign content]
    Splurge,when
    I'm gettin' my money, it's nothin'
    Always bustin', flows is disgustin'
    Whoa, I'm constantly multiplying my digits
    Fox the richest, please, no pictures
    Ones, that
    I be countin' be keepin' me smilin'
    We out wildin', shout to the island
    Dun, I keep it gangsta for all of my soldiers
    It's so over, keep y'all composure
    Style, when we want and we love when they hate us
    Don't debate us, flow's not contagious
    Foul, we can be if y'all ******s provoke us
    Buenos noches, do not approach us
    Floss, 'til the law say
    I can't or
    I'm finished
    Pour the Guiness,
    I'm a straight menace
    Bloaw[Foreign content](Hey)(I'm speakin' to the hood)[Foreign content]
    Know, what
    I built I ain't tryin' to mess up
    Barbie dressed up, you're just my successor
    Whoa, I hear your company's holdin' that budget
    I always thug it, hood for the public
    Benz, my cream material's iller than average
    Lots of baggage, shoppin' savage and my
    Fans, say that my album is close to a classic
    They don't gas it, y'all gots to have it
    Shoes, got to be
    Christian or
    Gucci or Prada
    Who could stop her, ain't a *******, hotter
    Lose, you always will when you go against
    FoxyWrist, rocky, y'all ******* watch me
    Rise, 'til they kill me,
    I'm ballin' and spendin'
    Laws I'm bendin' til my life is endin', now
    Bloaw[Foreign content](Hey)(I'm speakin' to the hood)[Foreign content](Hey)
  • 作曲 : Inga Marchand
    Hey, you're 'bout to hear the most incredible *******t ever written
    Hard spittin', cigar splittin'
    Pray to your god and to them words in the
    Biblical scriptures
    Critical ******* must, flow to the *******t that just fits her
    Rode, with the best auto that money can buy me
    The best damn mami,
    Def Jam signed me
    Hoes, you know they'll never compare to my status
    Nothin' matters,
    I'm the ******' baddest, see
    Fame, is worth it if you got money to match it
    I'm hotter than acid and don't even practice
    Game, guess
    I got it at birth from my momma
    Ill Na Na, real drama, see
    IBall, 'til
    I can't or
    I'm covered by maggots
    I straight spaz it and let y'all have it
    Bloaw[Foreign content](Hey)(I'm speakin' to the hood)[Foreign content]
    Splurge,when
    I'm gettin' my money, it's nothin'
    Always bustin', flows is disgustin'
    Whoa, I'm constantly multiplying my digits
    Fox the richest, please, no pictures
    Ones, that
    I be countin' be keepin' me smilin'
    We out wildin', shout to the island
    Dun, I keep it gangsta for all of my soldiers
    It's so over, keep y'all composure
    Style, when we want and we love when they hate us
    Don't debate us, flow's not contagious
    Foul, we can be if y'all ******s provoke us
    Buenos noches, do not approach us
    Floss, 'til the law say
    I can't or
    I'm finished
    Pour the Guiness,
    I'm a straight menace
    Bloaw[Foreign content](Hey)(I'm speakin' to the hood)[Foreign content]
    Know, what
    I built I ain't tryin' to mess up
    Barbie dressed up, you're just my successor
    Whoa, I hear your company's holdin' that budget
    I always thug it, hood for the public
    Benz, my cream material's iller than average
    Lots of baggage, shoppin' savage and my
    Fans, say that my album is close to a classic
    They don't gas it, y'all gots to have it
    Shoes, got to be
    Christian or
    Gucci or Prada
    Who could stop her, ain't a *******, hotter
    Lose, you always will when you go against
    FoxyWrist, rocky, y'all ******* watch me
    Rise, 'til they kill me,
    I'm ballin' and spendin'
    Laws I'm bendin' til my life is endin', now
    Bloaw[Foreign content](Hey)(I'm speakin' to the hood)[Foreign content](Hey)