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lirik lagu shake sum – mattela

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[verse 1]
with all that promo that you buyin’ i just thought that you would shake some
and i’m endorsin’ strippers, gon’ ahead and shake some
it’s like i can’t do anything, they always take some
it’s like i’m gettin’ cake, so now they tryna bake some
but anyways, b*tch, i’m here and the check clears
i told my stylist, get me vintage jean paul gaultier
and i don’t really f*ck with queers, they not my peers
the tops here, you not here, face is top tier
“barbie, she not worth it, she can’t even out*rap you”
see? you a whack a b*tch, i ain’t evеn gon’ whack you
messy b*tch, you better clеan it up like a vacuum
’cause i’m wildin’ out, what we doin’ in the classroom?

[chorus]
b*tches can’t f*ck with me
b*tches can’t f*ck with me
everywhere i go they tell me that i’m pretty
if i leave him then i know he gon’ miss me
better lay low when i come out like whitney
anything i’m wearin’ pink like whitney
better use your words careful when you diss me
it’s me motherf*cker, it’s me

[verse 2]
wait, who dissed? who this? b*tches don’t do this
b*tch, i won’t respond, ’cause i’m leave your ass toothless
b*tch, i been the princess, b*tch, i been the shoe fit
you was never princess, but keep dreamin’ lucid
b*tch, i go nuts, boston baked nuts, massachusetts
you a fat b*tch, but when you rap, b*tch, you don’t chew, sis
not my fault that i’m the one they always gonna choose, sis
i was born to win, you was clearly born to lose, sis
if i’m with a n*gga then he blowin’ a band
so i don’t know why b*tches think we sharin’ a man
b*tch, i’m a brand, yeah, ho, b*tch, i’m a brand
pass me the milk, cereal, raisin’ they brand (look)
i ain’t talkin’ matte, ho, when i say i black, ho
b*tches see me winnin’, what the f*ck you think they rap for?
go against me, you know your career a wrap, ho
no really, go look at her page, her career a wrap, ho
you might could flow, but where your bars at?
b*tch, i mean your bars whack
talkin’ about leather, b*tch, where the f*ck is your cars at?
i be where the stars at, ballin’ where lamar at
meanwhile, you steady makin’ sh*t up like where nars at
ouchies, body on emily ratajkowski
what the h*ll would these rap b*tches be doin’ without me?
same b*tches startin’ rap was the same ones who was doubting
count it then we outie, baddest b*tch in every county (pretty gang)
[chorus]
b*tches can’t f*ck with me
b*tches can’t f*ck with me
everywhere i go they tell me that i’m pretty
if i leave him then i know he gon’ miss me
better lay low when i come out like whitney
anything i’m wearin’ pink like whitney
better use your words careful when you diss me
it’s me motherf*cker, it’s me

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