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CATCH YOU LACKIN'
Ms Banks
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Head crackin', lil' bitch, you know I'm packin'
I'll pistol-whip yo' bitch ass when I catch you lackin'
He-head crackin', lil' bitch, you know I'm packin'
I'll pistol-whip yo' bitch ass when I catch you lackin' (yeah, uh)
I don't take shit lightly, give a fuck if you don't like me, play, get bitch-slapped (bah-baow)
I was poppin' my shit, talk slick, was a menace in the bits way before I even did rap (whoo)
Talk 'nuff, but you ain't even like that (nah), they get active online, I don't type back (yeah)
Shit's meady, why would you hype that? (Uh) I'm the one to set pace, I don't fight back (yeah)
Yeah, ooh, comin' like boo-boo the fool, bitches be thinkin' they're cool
Take 'em school, pull up, I'm makin' 'em drool
VVS wet as a pool, wahum to you?
Face pretty, and I got a nice figure (huh)
Get niggas, but I don't like niggas (nah)
Sis gets bands, I'm tight with her
Lick a bitch down for my bitch, get dyke for 'er
Head crackin', lil' bitch, you know I'm packin' (fah-fah, fah-fah)
I'll pistol whip yo' bitch ass when I catch you lackin' (uh)
Head crackin', lil' bitch, you know I'm packin'
I'll pistol-whip yo' bitch ass when I catch you lackin' (yeah, uh)
Ride for my bitches, I ride for my sis, don't care if she's wrong, it is what it is
Bitches is mad, ball up your fist (uh), think you're on piss, get hit in your shit (haha)
Bitches is Arthur, that's just what it gives, what's there to address? You know where I live
They know that I'm raw, they ain't the got the rizz, you don't want smoke, go 'bout ya biz
Know some bad bitches from Tivoli (uh), fuckin' with who, is you shittin' me?
Bitches, my sons, you're kiddin' me, ain't even dissin', I'm glad that you mimic me (fah-fah, fah-fah)
Grew up in South, and it made me a soldier, rock with the youngers and fuck with the olders (yeah)
Speakin' on me, best look over your shoulder 'cause when I pop out, you know that it's over
Head crackin', lil' bitch, you know I'm packin' (fah-fah, fah-fah)
I'll pistol-whip yo' bitch ass when I catch you lackin' (uh)
Head crackin', lil' bitch, you know I'm packin'
I'll pistol-whip yo' bitch ass when I catch you lackin' (uh-huh)
(Fah-fah, fah-fah)
(Fah-fah, fah-fah)
Whip your bitch ass when I catch you lackin'
What would you do for love?
When have you been taught how to love or know what real love is?
To know what it feels like to be desired, and I mean really desired, truly cherished
To be anxious, to be avoidant, but never really truly secure
Is this person really for me? I'm not so sure
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