I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it And a good girl in my tax bracket Got a black card that let Saks have it These Chanel bags is a bad habit I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, black matted Mitch never left but I'm back at it, and I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit Feelin' myself, back off, cause I'm feelin' myself, back off He be thinking about me when he slacks off, w-whacks on Wax off
National anthem, hats off, then I curve that daddy, like a bad toss Lemme get a number two, with some Mac sauce O-On The Run Tour, with my mask off
Changed the game with that digital drop Know where you was when that digital popped I stopped the world Hey, male or female, it make no difference I stop the world, world stop... Carry on
Kitty on fleek, pretty on fleek Pretty gang, always keep them daddies on geek Ri-Ri-Ridin' through Texas, feed 'em for his breakfast Every time I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless He said, "Damn, Mitchie, you tight. " I said "Yeah, daddy, you right." He said, "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really takin' those pipes." I said, "Yes, daddy, I do, but I got brain like NYU." I said, "Teach me, daddy, teach me, all this learnin' here is by you.", ay
Cookin' up that base, lookin' like a kilo He just wanna taste, buildin' up my ego Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, uhhh
Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow I have both and an empire also Let that ho ho, let that, let that ho know
He in love with that coco
Why these bitches don't never be learnin' You bitches will never get what I be earnin' I'm still gettin' plaques, from my records that's urban Ain't gotta rely on top 40 I am a rap legend, just go ask the kings of rap Who is the queen and things of that Nature, look at my finger, that is a glacier, hits like a lazer...
Trippin' on that work, uh, trippin' off that purp I be flippin' up that skirt and I be whippin' all that work Takin' trips with all them ki's, car keys got b's Stingin' with the Queen B and I be whippin' all that D
'Cause we dope girls we flawless We the poster girls for all this We run around with them ballers, only real daddies in my call list
I'm-I'm-I'm I'm the big kahuna
Go let them whores know Just on this song alone, Mitch is on her fourth flow
You like it, don't ya?
Snitches!
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