Up Dea

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All y'all hoes be talkin' 'bout me, what y'all gon' do?
 I only come in first place (what the fuck you gon' do, bitch?)
 I don't do number two
 If you try to stop me, it's gon' take more than yo' crew
 I don't want your man and sadly he don't want you
 Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha
 It's Trax season bruh
 Big tipper, real nigga
 A bad bitch flipper and a bad bitch getter (yeah)
 A pussy ho, I'on't feel her
 Go monkey on a bitch, but this not Spinrilla
 You like your nigga safe, I like my nigga triller (real niggas)
 A hood bitch, fuck with them goons and gorillas
 That ho fine but this ho a killer
 Don't take me to your mammy nigga, I ain't tryna meet her
 You hoes can't see me, feelin' like John Cena
 Your man drinkin' on my Henn, call it Aquafina (water)
 Dirty sprite, drinkin' lean out a two litre
 I'm with my man hittin' licks in his two seater
 Can't get a man 'cause you hoes just some dick eaters
 I froze the game, now ho, you can't get near a heater
 I'm killin' you hoes, call me the Grim Reaper
 Too rich for your blood, find another bitch cheaper
 If it's up there (up there)
 Then it's stuck there (stuck there)
 You can't handle me sis (nah)
 If he stuck here (stuck here)
 Then it's love there (love there)
 You can't handle it bitch (got 'em)
 If it's up there (up there)
 Then it's stuck there (stuck there)
 You can't handle me sis (nah)
 If he stuck here (stuck here)
 Then it's love there (love there)
 You can't handle it bitch (got 'em)
 Scrollin' through my DM (scrollin')
 I ain't worried 'bout my nigga or his BM (nah)
 Freaks come out at night, it's PM
 Ain't worried 'bout the risk, fuck that, I'm tryna see him
 You gotta buy me this and that (yeah)
 Spend all your money, nigga, less chit chat
 Lay it out on a platter, don't bring a bitch no snacks
 Now how you gon' break a piece off this KitKat?
 Miss girl, why you hatin'?
 The niggas want me, you can't take it (you mad)
 I got his pockets, tryna break it (break a nigga)
 Oh, you bought that ass?
 Bitch, you better shake it
 Go on girl, do your dance
 These thirsty bitches ain't gon' give you a chance
 He a boss, I can tell by the bands
 Is your pussy worth a Honda or Benz?
 All y'all hoes be talkin' 'bout me, what y'all gon' do?
 I only come in first place, I don't do number two
 If you try to stop me, it's gon' take more than yo' crew
 I don't want your man and sadly he don't want you
 If it's up there (up there)
 Then it's stuck there (stuck there)
 You can't handle me sis (nah)
 If he stuck here (stuck here)
 Then it's love there (love there)
 You can't handle it bitch (got 'em)
 If it's up there (up there)
 Then it's stuck there (stuck there)
 You can't handle me sis (nah)
 If he stuck here (stuck here)
 Then it's love there (love there)
 You can't handle it bitch (got 'em)
 Hello?
 Hello
 Wassup?
 Yo, I see you on Instagram with all them niggas
 Don't make me come tear your mouth out bitch
 Here you go, here you go, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout?
 One of 'em dumb ass Instagram hoes done
 Inbox you some shit, what you gon' do, leave me?
 Nah, I ain't gon' leave you
 Exactly, a'ight, I'm in the studio, love you daddy
 Love you too
 Bye
 Yeah, ho
 If he stuck here, then it's love there
 You can't handle it, bitch
 

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Duration
02:53
Key
8
Tempo
108 BPM

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