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(Evil Empire)
Baby, you bad enough for Vogue
How your face be givin' yes, attitude a no
Your body was always tea, how you gon' let that shit get cold? Ayy
BBL or the lip fillers, you always do the most, uh, uh, uh
Gross (Evil Empire, this is more than mixtapes, it's a movement)
(You must be on that evil empire)
Nigga, the motivation be my lonesome
These niggas pillow talkin', be surprised when I got insomnia
Sleepwalkin', ain't puttin' shit to bed, nigga, I'ma step regardless
Like how the fuck me and your BM supposed to get some closure?
When your ass always talkin', nigga
Fly back to Jamaica, I go see Chevelle and Chucka, nigga
Stickin' with my family, I know you
Fuck niggas don't really love me, nigga
That's why I'm still the uppest nigga
Send money to my mama, nigga
You live with your auntie, nigga
I'm in Kingston, not in Florida, nigga
I'm shinin' with my boo, uh
Seen the roof in that double R, she like
"How you got diamonds in the coupe?" Huh
I met her in Martinique, but I flew the freak back to the zoo, uh
Bitch act like a dog, she ain't know I'm a dog nigga too, uh
Who you barkin' at? Uh
Baby, you bad enough for Vogue
How your face be givin' yes, attitude a no
Your body was always tea, how you gon' let that shit get cold? Ayy
BBL or the lip fillers, you always do the most, uh, uh, uh
Gross
She like, "You make me sick, how you gon' do this again?" Uh
How you say you love me, then you fuck on my friend?
I swear my ego gets to me and I end up losin' my bitch
Like Thotiana and Farrah, that's my two biggest regrets
Can't believe I let y'all sing the worst
Of me, would've gave the world to me
I ain't come to your surgery and you
Still had gave your purse to me (Ayy)
Callin' me, but never heard from me, not knowin' it's hurtin' me
You my everything, I promise to think about you anytime I'm in DC
Told you like Boston, make all your problems my problems
Pour out my heart to Gabrielle, guarantee that she solve 'em
You know how I feel, I can't blame that nigga for tryin'
Been ridin' by my lone, fuckin' on these hoes, it's like
Nigga, I'm shinin' with my boo, uh
Seen the roof in that double R, she like
"How you got diamonds in the coupe?" Huh
I met her in Martinique, but I flew the freak back to the zoo, uh
Bitch act like a dog, she ain't know I'm a dog nigga too, uh
Who you barkin' at? Uh
Baby, you bad enough for Vogue
How your face be givin' yes, attitude a no
Your body was always tea, how you gon' let that shit get cold? Ayy
BBL or the lip fillers, you always do the most, uh, uh, uh
Gross
She like



Авторы: Richard Burrell, Traig Julien Copyright: Sony/atv Songs Llc



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