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[Chorus]
Talkin' that sh*t but ain't droppin' the addy
Not Mr. Crabs but I'm flippin' the patty
Pretty Latina, yeah she got a fatty
Talkin' a lot, yeah this b*tch really chatty
Out of the house so we f*ck in the cabby
I'm not her dad but she callin' me daddy
Don't get attached if that b*tch makes you happy
These b*tches the Devil disguised as a baddie
Woah, wait hold up
I can't see sh*t, all my vision is blur-

[Verse]
f*ck all the lies and the rumors you heard
Sneak dissin' sh*t, all you b*tches some nerds
You hang with your opps yeah that sh*t is absurd
No Chris Anderson, fly like a bird

[Verse]
Pourin' my heart and soul to the mic
Met a bad b*tch, I found out she a dyke
Don't call me your twin, cus' we is not alike
I got a choppa, so I'm not finna fight
Know I be sippin' that wok out the pint
Tell me I'm wrong but I know that I'm right
I do not feel like using my Benz
So I'm finna run over you with my bike
[Chorus]
Talkin' that sh*t but ain't droppin' the addy
Not Mr. Crabs but I'm flippin' the patty
Pretty Latina, yeah she got a fatty
Talkin' a lot, yeah this b*tch really chatty
Out of the house so we f*ck in the cabby
I'm not her dad but she callin' me daddy
Don't get attached if that b*tch makes you happy
These b*tches the Devil disguised as a baddie