Cyphers Of The A lyrics

[Verse 1: Erica Banks]
This ain't just some TV sh*t
I'm her, I'm not no TV b*tch
Body on tea, ho, let's be clear
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They always need me for sh*t

[Verse 2: Khaotic]
Ayy
You want me to buy you some ice?
Gotta have pum-pum like Spice
I'm that n*gga, baby girl, get it right
Don't talk to Khaotic, he'll f*ck up your life
I'm from the 305, and the family gettin' ghost
In the middle of the ocean, takin' shots on a boat
I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I'm the motherf*ckin' G.O.A.T
I'm the motherf*ckin' G.O.A.T
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I'm Will Smith, you Chris Rock
Turks & Caicos, wherever flip-flops
Feelin' like "50 Years of Hip-Hop"
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If you ain't gettin' money, that's your problem
Three times a day, at the bank, makin' deposits

[Verse 3: Ralo]
Come and get mе with somethin' I want
I cannot be with evеryone
You complete me and everyone
Girl, you must not know I'm dumb
Tell me I’m the best they had, and won
[Verse 4: Rasheeda]
Baby, it ain't gonna be a joke
Y’all hoes don't want no smoke
Say what? "Put It On Da Floor"
Couple beads on a string
Got these hoes in a choke
Boss b*tch, few L's, more W's
Trendsetter, why the f*ck would I follow you?
b*tch, you wanna do what I do
I Inspire these b*tches, that's me, not you

[Verse 5: Lil' Zane]
Ayy, here we go
You so fine, I wanna see you whine, yeah, girl
No stress, no trouble, no drama, girl
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It's either him or me, I'm sippin' Champagne or Hennessy
Guaranteed, tonight, you gon' remember me
Take it to my condo, got the handcuffs in the convo

[Verse 6: Lil Scrappy]
Stir-fry wit' it, stir-fry wit' it
Put it in the pot, then stir-fry wit' it
Stir-fry wit' it, stir-fry wit' it
Whip it in the pot, then stir-fry wit' it
Zip it up, zip it up
Zip it up, zip it up
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Pretty lil' thing, yeah, I like that
[Verse 7: Bambi]
It's the Bam!
This ain’t Atlanta no more, this is Bamlanta
Fresh out a hot tub on a b*tch neck (b*tch)
Only way I'm comin', if I'm leavin' with a check
"Baby Mama Number 2," but I'm a lit one (Damn)
They ain't even see me comin' like they missed somethin' (Yeah)
Man, you only got the man 'cause I left 'em
A baby mama with a broke baby daddy
Three kids later, b*tch, look at my body
Big stepper, b*tch should have known this
Take the leftovers, give it to the homeless
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Go ahead, squabble up like this

[Verse 8: Amy Luciani]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's Amy Luciani
It gave rich, it gave spicy
It gave a wannabe, she ain't nothin' like me (Ooh)
Still mad, baby daddy wanna wife me (Aww)
It's for the cameras, she don't wanna fight me (Never)
Cross the b*tch up, hit her with the bam-bam
I just want his money, I don't want ya' man, Bam
When you kiss him, tell me how my pus*y taste (Mwah)
"Baby Mama 2," but I was first on his face
She happy with my leftovers
I don’t want your man, pick him up, move over
She happy with my leftovers
None of these b*tches is real, I told you
Is she a rapper or actress? Both of 'em
Hoes' stealin' my flow, I could've wrote for 'em
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Shots fired, I ain't talkin' 'bout lip filler
I'm clockin' it, b*tch, you ain't poppin' sh*t
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Put your "L's" in the air, all my girls
For the girls with n*gga we don't want
For the girls that done dropped all the crumbs
I gave her the n*gga, thought she won?
I don’t want your man, pick him up, move over
She happy with my leftovers
None of these b*tches is real, I told you

[Verse 9: Shekinah Jo]
I'm Shekinah Jo
I'm that b*tch on TV shows
Yes, she is on the TV screens
Came a long way from the EBT
Hah, I'm the moutherf*ckin' G.O.A.T
In the streets, I'm the moutherf*ckin' G.O.A.T
With the hair, I'm the moutherf*ckin' G.O.A.T
When I drop this pus*y, I'ma boast
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Everybody in the world know who we are
I don't flip-flop, I'm the best rapper on "Love & Hip-Hop"

[Verse 10: Sierra Gates]
Hoes ain't shoppin' like this
What? You mad you ain’t rich like this?
What? You mad you ain't lit like this?
Big AP, I got a hundred on my wrist
b*tch, you need to mind your business
Your business going outta business