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lirik lagu from the bottom – lakeyah

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[intro]
(ayy, heavy, turn the beat up, though)

[chorus]
came from the bottom, now we up like attic
just walked in the jeweler and bust down a patek
was down to my last, now i’m livin’ lavish
now i do foreigns when i’m out in traffic (d*mn)
i swear this sh*t feel like magic (voilà)
different colors in the chain (tada)
i tap the gas, that b*tch, it go (bye*bye)
broke b*tches talkin’, ain’t sayin’ (nada)

[verse 1]
i thought i told all you b*tches i’m with it (with it)
no, i’m not lettin’ up off of you n*ggas (nah, nah)
my foot on the gas, i been on they ass (uh*huh)
b*tch, i got on, now i’m makin’ ’em feel it
poppin’ my sh*t, that lil’ b*tch be trippin’ (yeah)
started on ig, i’m makin’ a livin’ (rich)
these b*tches be streamin’ my sh*t just to hate off the rip
off these b*tches, i’m makin’ a k!lling, yeah (b*tch, i’m poppin’)
my life a movie, these hoes gon’ watch it (they watch it)
new drip on, you hoes can’t cop it (can’t cop it)
ice on ice, my wrist game hockey (ice)
switch my n*gga when i please, that’s options
might be toxic
but a b*tch this bad can’t never be locked in
whatever i want, lil’ b*tch, i’m coppin’
i ain’t tryna bag no n*gga ‘less he takin’ me shoppin’, b*tch
[chorus]
came from the bottom, now we up like attic
just walked in the jeweler and bust down a patek
was down to my last, now i’m livin’ lavish
now i do foreigns when i’m out in traffic (d*mn)
i swear this sh*t feel like magic (voilà)
different colors in the chain (tada)
i tap the gas, that b*tch, it go (bye*bye)
broke b*tches talkin’, ain’t sayin’ (nada)

[verse 2]
b*tch, i’m different
i’m in my bag, won’t catch no feelings (nah, nah)
whatever i rap, lil’ b*tch, i’m livin’ (i am)
cartier wrist off the lv wristlet (yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch, i’m gifted
slim lil’ b*tch look just like jada (pinkett)
serve straight looks, but i ain’t no waiter (yeah)
real pimp sh*t, i keep sh*t player (i do)
that boy an eater, this p*ssy gon’ cater
give him right back if he stressin’ me
i’m not your b*tch, n*gga, please stop textin’ me (please)
i don’t like n*ggas who steady be pressin’ me
ain’t got a check, then b*tch, you ain’t checkin’ me (huh?)
n*ggas be hatin’, these b*tches look jealousy (yeah)
been poppin’ my sh*t, no, you can’t get ahead of me (not at all)
keyah the g.o.a.t., lil’ b*tch, you could never be
b*tches ain’t f*ckin’ with me, respectfully

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