Silly b**h always talking bout
Debbie ain’t raw
Debbie ain’t real
Debbie don’t k**
Too trill
I done told yall b**hes
Ima show yall b**hes no chill
Silly hoes know
Hating a** b**h
A Debating a** b**h
Whatchu mad you ain’t done nothing lately a** b**h
Hoe you hot that i pop b**h stop
I’m a gun off safety a** b**h
Bang bang hoe
b**h talking with my back turned
Always wanna smile in my face
Caught em taking my place
Girl stop
b**h freeze
b**h please
Slap a hoe to the mouth
Lose taste talk now tho
Motherf**er tryna hit
Talk slick like im pitching my sh**
Like i could pitch it underhand
You can know exactly where its gonna land
You ain’t never hitting this sh** motherf**er
I came in alone ima die alone
Don’t call for a favor
All you’re getting is a dial tone
And my stock going up
You might wanna check the dow jones
b**h I’m all the way up
There ain’t no pay cuts
Straight to majors
They mad they ain’t us
And now I’m like f** that
They think I’m going crazy
Maybe that’s what you made me
Maybe that’s why these b**hes salty
And they love to hate me
They say my bars too vulgar
Hoe I’m just getting colder
And that’s the way it is until i say its f**ing over
f** that
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Radio station amazing they still ain’t playing my sh**
They can never say they made my sh**
Knowing god damn well these b**hes can’t fade my sh**
Real sh** b**h
Stupid hoe tryna tell me that i drink too much
Smoke too much
Joke too much
So what hoe I’m dope too much
Take a dick you can choke on us
Whatchu thought hoe
Record label told me that my image ain’t clean
Whatchu mean I’m the queen
On the scene
Got the team
In a dream
Kush and the lean
f** yall I’m still getting green
Whatchu talking ’bout
Every b**h saying Debbie ain’t wrecking sh**
Microphone checking sh**
k**ing every record sh**
Got it going check a b**h
Teach a b**h a lesson sh**
You ain’t gotta like it b**h
To show you gon respect this sh**
I came in alone ima die alone
Don’t call for a favor
All you’re getting is a dial tone
And my stock going up
You might wanna check the dow jones
b**h I’m all the way up
There ain’t no pay cuts
Straight to majors
They mad they ain’t us
And now I’m like f** that
They think I’m going crazy
Maybe that’s what you made me
Maybe that’s why these b**hes salty and they love to hate me
They say my bars too vulgar
Hoe I’m just getting colder
And that’s the way it is until i say it’s f**ing over
f** that
X2