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Said, "Baby, it's all" And we're way on Say, "We'll all be feelin', we'll all be feelin', can you feel?" I'm so sad to be such a negative, a negative refugee This, uh, uh Oh, rub it, baby, oh, rub it baby Ooh, rub it, oh, rub it, baby, oh, rub it baby Oh, rub it, baby, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yes I'm all alone, I'm at my best Talkin' that shit, come take my breath Fake love's what their fantasy says They always bury the best (Uh) My success, count up all of my eggs Stay on God when I move through TECs (Let's go) Tell me why you hate me (Huh) You ain't making' no profit Somebody can't get to the bag (Damn, damn, damn), sad (Shh) What is you doin', boy? How is you tryna make it with no talent or cash? (For rеal) 2020, niggas out here with no clue, no plan and no mask Damn I wеnt from nothin' to sluttin', it wasn't easy, babe Shoutout my bitch and my husband, I love y'all equally SongtexteEvery mornin' I body shame, I can't stand my face At the end of the day, I know your bitch-ass ain't gon' fade Can't let these niggas talk to me, no fuckin' way It's so sad to me, these boys told make believe Shoutout my refugees, my fans my family It's so tragic, baby, who provided for you? You ain't got nothin' for me, cut that bitch out my story, woah Who the best? (Pssh) Took a reduction and made a mess (Yeah) Kid greedy, you a Sudafed I'll let you bitch niggas do the rest I love my baby like Trump loves Putin, in the deepest way (Yeah) My baby's barely scratch the surface, there's a deeper state (Yeah) Even though you tried to give me top when I was not awake (Huh?) I know that nigga ain't in the ground but he still dead to me She's still obsessed with me, it's real There's no need to fill a void when your past ain't fake Shoutout my bitch and my husband, y'all get here equally Momma told me, "Shoot for the stars," so I aim that way At the end of the day, I know your bitch-ass ain't gon' fade Can't let these niggas talk to me, no fuckin' way It's so sad to me, these boys told make believe Shoutout my refugees, my fans my family I'm way, I'm-I'm way too real for this shit You niggas gotta get censors See, you gotta get censors 'cause they're gonna fuck around and ruin a nigga life (You know I'm ready) Puss, all of ya You know I'm ready, y'all make me mad stressed (Yeah, yeah) I'm really black out here and y'all just performin' Nobody wants you and you can't absorb it I can't be scared of me, my bitch is so gorgeous (Ah-ah) At the end of the day, I know your bitch-ass ain't gon' fade (Yeah) Can't let these niggas talk to me, no fuckin' way (Yeah) It's so sad to me (For real), these boys told make believe (Oh yeah) Shoutout my refugees (Let's go), my fans my family (Pssh), huh Nasty, real nasty Aus Songtexte Mania