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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoBetter Than You (Feat. Cash Cobain)
Yeah, better than you, lookBetter than you, look, bitch, better than you smellBetter than you taste, better than you faceBetter than you, huh, everything better than you, lookBitch, I'm better than youIf that's you friend then fuck that bitch I'mBettin' her too, uh-huh, she ain't no hoes, I got (What?)And I ain't better to do okay, if better than you then who?Huh, huh, huh, face bomb, huh, huhBetter than you then who?I'm a bad bitch, you know my mirrorsDiamonds and water, this bitch is clearFeel like this my biggest fearI ain't doing biggеr than bitches veneersThey throw shots, thеm tell them cheersYou and all my level bitches tearsAll my cars is chauffeurI ain't touch door handles in yearsHoes gotta talk behind my back'Cause that's where them hoes be at'Cause that's where them hoes gon' seeThis fat ass and this long ass weaveI'm doing shit they can't believeI'm doing shit that they can't fathomSteady or soft and it's still a classicSteady or soft and you still ain't passin'Uh, feed hoes up, uh, give me a napkin, yeahBitches is hurt, ooh, get him an aspirinDaddy, take me to AspenI wanna twerk in the cabinPretty hoes do what they wantOoh, that's the law of attractionYeah, how I'm doin'Better than you, better than who?Better than you, look, bitchBetter than you, smell, tasteBetter than you tasteBetter than you tasteBetter than you face (Dumb)Better than you, bitch I'm better than youLook, bitch, I'm better than youIf that's your friend, fuck that bitch, uhBetter than her too, uh-huhShit, no hoes, I gotNothing better to do, okay, yeah Better than youUh-huh, uh, yeah, uh Face bomb, better than face bombMy body galore I'm at the game, it gotta be floorFor them lay ass, it gotta be soreTalk is cheap, so she gotta be poorYou know these bitches, they got no tasteYou know these hoes ain't got no placeYou know these hoes ain't got no styleI'm thot-thot when the crowd go wildI show them how to be sex-sexyShe ain't dressed like that before she met meBaby I'm crying, I'm dead, I'm weakBitches wanna steal my whole techniqueNow that got it, baby I'm polished, can't be modestI'm too poppin'Believe me I tried it, suckin' my teethRollin' my eyelids, huhThese broke hoes make my coochie itchCan't no nigga ever braid on meI don't care who he getI stay in the newest shitMy hair, my jewelry litIf I like it, get two of itOn the phone with my man like, oohI would look cute in thisBitch, I'm better than youAlways better than youWay more bread than youGet better hair than youAlways stand on youHoes be prostitutesNo bitch better than you, get more bread than youHatin'-ass bitches talk shit on the 'netBut none of it ever be trueAin't no bitch badder than youAin't no bitch got swagger like youAnd these bitches be all talkBut none of that matter to youNo bitch fuckin' with you, know how to up it like youKnow how to bust it like youCame through, skin tea, body teaThese hoes ain't nothing like youDiamonds dance like Chris B's, bitch, pleaseNobody run it like you, like damnWho you know got it like you? Who you know pop it like you?Who you know soon as you walk in the spotMake niggas heart stop like you?Makin' bitches heart drop like youGivin' them hell nonstop like youThese bitches is not like youCame straight from the bottom of the dirtCame out on top like youAnd it's pain 'cause you put in all the workCan't no nigga process youCan't no nigga pop it like youGot your own funds, you poppin' it tooPlease don't argue with me, ain't no bitch hotter than sheLike damn
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