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Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Can't dress like this make em add it up
No competition sis you ain't bad enough
B*tch you gotta
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
1942 got me fucked up
No hands, 30 bands in the booty club
It's me Ms. Drama ready to cause problems
All kinda shit with you and yo baby momma
She talkin' bout period, i'm lookin' for a comma
Classy like Michelle and my bank on Obama
Need a man that respect me Philippe Patek me
Give me head not a headache don't stress me
Love don't cost a thing
And I don't think you locked in with a diamond ring
That only mean you sorry
Behind the scenes we like Nicki and Safaree
On IG flexed up in your Ferrari
In your close friends with a b*tch eatin' calamari
I wanna know who you take me for?
Yeah I met you in the club, but i'm not ya baby momma though
You wanna leave, let me close the door
Don't need no crab ass n*gga tryna keep me in a figure 4
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Can't dress like this make em add it up
No competition sis you ain't bad enough
B*tch you gotta
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
1942 got me fucked up
No hands, 30 bands in the booty club
Ya n*gga tryna hollaaa, but i'm curvin'
Gotta find me a n*gga that's worthy
Cuz he a clown ass n*gga, Eddie Murphy
I'm finna sit court side in another n*gga's jersey
How you let that b*tch call my phone
And she sendin' me receipts, what type of shit you on?
I ain't sittin' all alone, stressin' and cryin' at home
I'm finna call Bankroll, I'm bout to make me a song (Bankroll Got It)
I'm tired of going through ya phone
It only prove that you did me wrong
She in ya phone shakin' ass in a tha tha thong
Your ass is grass kiss my ass
Boy i'm go go gone
What he don't do, then another man will
To have me, man a n*gga would kill
Not Destiny, hell naw I can't cater
Don't want a Lil Baby, I'm feelin' like Jayda
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Can't dress like this make em add it up
No competition sis you ain't bad enough
B*tch you gotta
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
Wake em up (Wake em up)
1942 got me fucked up
No hands, 30 bands in the booty club
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