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You was lyin' to the queen, then you went lyin' to the King, Gayle
The 30-year-old tea so stale
Kylie kicked you out and made you stumble to the car
Barbz, I need a good alcohol bar
Roman, wait, that was the bar
Like a body builder, I keep raisin' the bar
♥♥♥♥ you get shot with no scar? (Brr)
This little piggy toxic, somebody adopt it
Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, ♥♥♥♥'ll get dark like chocolate
I'm 'bout to get up in your ass, ♥♥♥♥♥, clench (whoo)
Mm, yeah, sorta like French
Your flow is such a bore
Drinkin' a bottle of Henny through a straw
♥♥♥♥♥, you better stop that dialogue (28 ♥♥♥♥)
'Fore I hit Carl and buy your catalog (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Sigh, how you ♥♥♥♥ your mother man when she die?
How you go on Gayle King and can't cry?
Chile, bye
Big Foot, but you still a small fry
Swearin' on your dead mother when you lie (ayo)
This lil' beggin' ♥♥♥♥♥ talkin' 'bout Megan's Law
For a free beat, you could hit Megan raw (ooh)
If you a ghostwriter, party in Megan jaw (ooh)
Shots thrown, but I still ain't let Megan score (tell 'em)
Bad ♥♥♥♥♥, she like six foot (ooh), I call her Big Foot (brr)
The ♥♥♥♥♥ fell off, I said, "Get up on your good foot"
Uh, still ain't topped "Red Ruby" (no, no, mhm)
Tryna steal the sauce, I said, "Get up out my cookbook" (brr)
But really, I'm a sweetie pie, P-R-T-T-Y, but I'm P-E-T-T-Y (brr)
Um, why did you lie about your lipo?