
industry rumors - asian doll lyrics
[intro]
[?] (ayo, x9)
b*tch ass n*gga (grrah)
[verse 1]
man, i feel like i’m the rawest and the cutest b*tch to do it
(uh*huh)
don’t come askin’ me ’bout no n*gga (what?)
b*tch, i linked him ’cause the music (uh*huh)
he from philly, he the shoota’ (grrah)
he don’t talk for me, he do it (boom)
if you wanna get into it, i feel like waka, oh, let’s do it
(oh, let’s do itt)
[verse 2]
akademiks on my d*ck ’cause he beat b*tches for the fun
(b*tch ass)
we don’t politic with gamers, only money, drugs and guns (grrah)
hit the road, bring back a ton, ask around, i get sh*t done (done)
n*ggas who gossip, them n*ggas some bums (bums)
you know you a b*tch, why you gon’ have a son? (dumb ass)
[verse 3]
i pull n*ggas who be drillin’, [?] got sh*t in motion (on gang)
lyin’ sayin’ that i’m f*ckin’ only make these n*ggas want me
(uh*huh)
you can’t talk about my p*ssy when your b*tch get f*cked for tokens (thotty)
i’m a thot? these n*ggas jokin’
he don’t mean that sh*t, just spoke it
[verse 4]
i’m not beefin’ with no n*gga, never did and never will (uh*uh)
i’m the topic of your ig, and i did it with no deal (deal)
they say sh*t i don’t address, that sh*t be cap, i say what’s real (cap ass)
i f*ck with n*ggas in new york but your b*tch f*ck to pay her bills (thot)
[verse 5]
if i’m a ho, then you a b*tch (ha)
my n*gga died like n*ggas didn’t (what?)
only dead i’m talkin’ to is n*ggas’ bodies when they drenched (boom, boom)
you tissue soft, i been the sh*t
she suckin’ d*ck, you bought a whip
n*ggas actin’ like they hip with prostitutes, you n*ggas simps (dummy)
[?] uh to his b*tch, he talk reckless to his b*tch (what?)
don’t instigate on homicide, my n*ggas k!llin’ ’til they rich
photoshop my body, b*tch, when all my n*ggas say i’m thick (ha)
i don’t do interviews, told ’em i’m busy
drop the location, i’m comin’ with sticks (grrah)
[verse 6]
said i f*cked fivio, why you lie when you can ask?
i’m a young, turnt b*tch, he grabbed my waist, i threw it back
he got b*tches, that’s a fact
but since it’s me, you know they mad
not the type to hang with b*tches, all my friends got guns and cash (grrah)
[verse 7]
i’m the b*tch that get sh*t hot, i’m the b*tch they wanna stop (hot, hot) (stop)
sh*tted on all my opps
callin’ me a bop, i can’t be somethin’ i’m not (brrr)
n*ggas be easy, i’m settin’ the drop
stay on my page, how you hate and you watch? (b*tch)
i’m never gon’ fall off the top (b*tch)
i be with the steppers, you be with the cops (grrah)
[verse 8]
spreadin’ all these rumors, n*ggas lie on they computers
wendy williams did a show about me ’cause i f*ck with shooters
if i say that sh*t, i do it, too deep in love with them shooters
turn n*ggas up with the music, industry got h*lla’ rumors
[outro]
b*tch ass n*ggas wanna sit behind the computer and talk sh*t like a b*tch
about a b*tch, but i been that, gon’ forever be that
n*ggas ain’t on sh*t but d*ck, just like they b*tch do, suck d*ck
f*ck, turn n*ggas up with the music, industry got h*lla’ rumors
turn n*ggas up with the music, industry got h*lla’ rumors
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