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I just took her name and made the bitch a LLCStuff a couple stacks up in, then bitch, get on your feetYou make twice as much if you switch it up, just to seeTo you he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to meI feel like I'm King Kong, name still going ding-dongIt's two girls gettin' more moneyand they don't rap, they sing songsI stay with that pink on, pink furs and them pink thongsGoons out if they blink wrong, think hard but don't think longPink Friday had Eminem, spit hard but I'm feminineIconic trio on Monster, Goblins and GremlinsWhat's left that I didn't do? You bit the forbidden fruitYou thought you'd get my spot?Who the fuck was kiddin' you?Took a lil' break but I'm back to meTryna make a new Nicki with a factoryThey'll never toe to toe on a track with meThere'll never be another one after me'Cause the skill levels still a half of meBlasphemy, my niggas will blast for meAll these low IQ hoes baffle meTell 'em that I watch but just take a bath for mePut the trophies in my crib like a athleteI see them give me fake love but that trash is weakMan, you know that I rip every rap and beatYou know Nicki gon' eat, Bon ApetitUsed to get real hyped off a half a mil'Used to get real hyped off half a pillWe don't pay niggas to front like they like my shitWe don't pay niggas to come in and write my shit (uh)Now carry on, now carry onNow carry on, now carry onSwish, swish, I'm just gettin' my Curry onflow, all Louis V carry onI just took her name and made the bitch a LLCStuff a couple stacks up in, then bitch, get on your feetYou make twice as much if you switch it up, just to seeTo you he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to meYou made me, you made me, yeahYou made me, you made me, yeah, yeahOn blood, you made me, you made me, yeah, yeah, yeahYou made me (okay) , you made me (hahaha)Yo, you made me do it, hoeI told you, get low (told you get low)I poppin' tens but they gotta be [?] (be [?] )I'm New York Nick, I'm ballin' with Carmelo (ok 'Melo)I'm wavy, word to Shawty Lo, helloHow your jacket say Porsche and you never rode a Porsche?How you supposed to meet the quarterwhen you never went North?How the fuck you got Ferraris when you never went sport?All that hoopin' and hollerin' still ain't scorin' on the court (rrah)You made me, you made me, yeahYou made me, you made me, yeah, yeahOn blood, you made me, you made me, yeah, yeahYou made me (okay) , you made me (hahaha)Ay, yo, look at what they made me do, they made me doSwerve the foreign on 'em, navy blue, they baby blueLook at how they started pussy poppin' when 80 flewAll my niggas move that Britney, Ari', yeah, Katy tooNiggas gassed on it, really though, gas I pump themStraight trash on the really, yo, yes, I dumped himPush the limits, I'm a pushy bitch, yes, I bumped himPush past filthy rich, ask I trumped them'Cause I scare her, scare her, my biggest error, errorNever been clearer, clearer, don't Fawcett, Farrah FarrahBecause you'll never be me, that's word to Bella, GigiDolce Gabbana, DG, pretty gang rated PG (woah)Now carry on, now carry onNow carry on, now carry onSwish, swish, I'm just gettin' my Curry onflow all Louis V carry onI just took her name and made the bitch a LLCStuff a couple stacks up in, then bitch, get on your feetYou make twice as much if you switch it up, just to seeTo you he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to meOn blood, you made me, you made me, yeahYou made me, you made me, yeah, yeahOn blood, you made me, you made me, yeah, yeah, yeahYou made me (okay) , you made me (hahaha)
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