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Wake up, wake up
Don't know who you think you dealin' with
No fake love
Cause you fuckin' with the realest me, no makeup

This bitches can't do nothin' for you, place bowls
I guess it's no my place though, place though

Ya I can tell my mom
Like me after talks in the kitchen
And you said it's been a while
Since someone who gets it
So I know you might wonder
When would I let you hit it
I throw the ass back,
If it becomes a tradition

I hold it down for you
When you wanna roll aside (they never satisfied)
He still wanna fuck with all the hoes,
They don't even cut it close (they never satisfied)
Early in the morning at the stove,
Breakfast for you, gold (they never satisfied)
Ya I guess he never satisfied
And I'm running out of time for

Not to mention I'm a rich bitch
With the fattest ass, and my house big
With a lot of plats
Twenty-seated jet, and I pay the tab
Just to come cook you wat and I'd take it back
Where you should know don't walk the tight road

I hold it down for you
When you wanna roll aside (they never satisfied)
He still wanna fuck with all the hoes,
They don't even cut it close (they never satisfied)
Early in the morning at the stove,
Breakfast for you, gold (they never satisfied)
Ya I guess he never satisfied

Ya you know I hold it down for you babe
Why you goin' through all that faces
Where you going to baby
Somewhere that you celebrated
Tell'em ready, should be celebrating ya
Celebrating

I hold it down for you
When you wanna roll aside
(they never satisfied)
He still wanna fuck with all the hoes,
They don't even cut it close (they never satisfied)
Early in the morning at the stove,
Breakfast for you, boy (they never satisfied)
Ya I guess he never satisfied
And I'm running out of time

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