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Lyrics
(Get in my belly)
Kaliii
Hello, Christ? (Hello) My jeans don't fit again (yeah, yeah)
They got me jumpin' up and down when I'm tryin' to get in 'em
They know what's up, I'm on my shit again
They was all like, "One-hit wonder," mm, but they on my tip again (aha)
I need more haters (I need more)
How these niggas havin' all this motion but ain't got no paper?
Yeah, who the bad bitch in the club with the ice
I got a little, yeah, he a dub for the night (ah)
He know I'm not shit, but I'm still his type, haha
Uh, yeah, I'm paid, paid
Locs to the wig, it's laid, laid
No hand outs, I'm self-made
Tryna make me mad by a downgrade
Yeah, she cool, ain't poppin' enough
She ain't a ten, she ain't rockin' with us
She ain't like that, why they act so tough? Huh?
Get like me? (Me?) Nah, you wish (uh-uh)
You could never, ever, ever be that bitch (uh-uh, no)
Get like me? (Ice) Nah, you wish (woo)
You could never, ever, ever, ever, ever be that bitch (mm-mm)
Hello, wait (wait), what we runnin' from?
Hatin' hoes with Twitter fingers, are you dumb or something?
Black girls up one, we ain't fazed or nothin'
Your opinions don't mean shit, we be flushin' em
I been triple A, all these broke hoes that I'm towin' on
You can call me Marvin Gaye 'cause you know what's goin' on
I keep my bag with me like I'm Badu and it's on and on
Tight-lip bitch, never snitch, pussy confidant
Get like me? (Me?) Nah, you wish (uh-uh)
You could never, ever, ever be that bitch (no, no)
Get like me? (Ice) Nah, you wish (woo)
You could never, ever, ever, ever, ever be that bitch (mm-mm)
I'm like, never, ever (ever), ever, ever, ever, ever (let's go)
Ever be that bitch, you think I'm whack? Hoe, shut up
You know I'm in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, ooh, pressure
I got many hits, it'd take you ten years to catch up
Hit the box, still rock on any block
When you see my car parked, all eyes on me like Tupac
On the charts, I just hopscotch, I got many bops
Who wanna do versus with me? Thought not
Get a camera, I'm sexy glamour
Super thick, love handles
Breasts sit up like antennas
So juicy like a Tropicana
Crisp flows, change the channel
This a smash like a hammer
I'm coming out like Diana
Now who the boss, bitch? Flyana
Get like me? (Me?) Nah, you wish (uh-uh)
You could never, ever, ever be that bitch (no, no)
Get like me? (Ice) Nah, you wish (woo)
You could never, ever, ever, ever, ever be that bitch (mm-mm)
You could never ever, ever, ever, ever (woo)
Ever, ever, ever, ever (okay)
Ever, ever, ever, ever be that bitch (woo)
You could never ever, ever, ever, ever
Ever, ever, ever, ever
Ever, ever, ever, ever
Get in my belly
Writer(s): Stephen Ellrod, Folayan Kunerede, Mark Gozman, Bobbi Lanea, Ariel Ben Avi
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