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fam0us.twinsss - hood bitch (remix) lyrics

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[intro: keke palmer]
ay, hey, hey
what was that? oh, hold on
(kekeeee)

[verse 1: keke palmer]
it’s your girl keke “keep a f+cking bag” palmer
the devil work hard but keke palmer work harder
real life legend
authentic, ain’t no guessing
raised in the game but i never changed just to make it
i’m always with my mama
my #1 partner
we’ll cuss you out together if you try and stop us
got my family on my back
never gon forget that
10 mill at age 12, now my account quadruples that
but i don’t really flex it
i just be investing
quiet as it’s kept i’m a relator in the making
black american dream
y’all know what i mean
standing on the shoulders of giants and that means i’m a queen
millennial diva
boss like ‘tifah
ass not fat but it rock like tina
know the ropes like jane
body and the brains
i don’t need to chase fame cause you already know my name
[hook]
these b+tches toilet tissue soft
i’m the hardest out the a
and if you got pressure, b+tch
drop your addy on the way

[verse 2]
and i ain’t k!llin’ sh+t, b+tch
’cause b+tch know where i stay
all these hoes don’t like me
give two f+cks ’bout what they say
and you hoes be suckin’ d+ck
so don’t put me in yo rap
how you talkin’ all that sh+t
but know you really cap?
i’m gone beat yo ass to sleep
and i’m gone take you off the map
and i heard she want my head++
now here i go now, where you at?
on my life, you looks a mess
why you chasin’ for the clout?
let me call up on yo n+gga
and rub my cat all on his mouth
i’m gon’ f+ck him in yo bed
and take his money when he dip
so don’t speak on me again
’cause on my life, you f+ckin’ tripped
on my life, you f+ckin’ wack
you can’t knock me for some sack
i see yo bed sit on the floor
i see that mattress in the back
told that lil’ b+tch i’m the goat
and that hoe thought i was cap
heard that b+tch ‘she from the o’
and, b+tch, i’m all over the map
[verse 3]
anybody wanna fight?
on my life, i want the smoke
b+tch, i put that on yo kids
and yo baby daddy throat
and you know he ate my cat
and he ate it from the back
then he took me to the mall
i made that n+gga spend a stack
tell that hoe “don’t call my phone”
’cause that b+tch, she out of place
b+tch, he let me drive your car
he coming home, he on the way
on my life, you n+ggas green
and you know it’s “f+ck the law”
all you n+ggas got that sh+t
and i can’t f+ck you n+ggas raw
tell that b+tch she better move
’cause you know i’m with the sh+t
count money, turn me on
you hoes can have that petty d+ck
no, i had to write a song
no, i had to drop a diss
so you better leave me ‘lone
before you end up in a ditch
make yo folks say “r.i.p”
heard you stay on d.i.p
and a hoe can talk her sh+t
but ain’t no hoe gon’ f+ck wit me
[hook]
these b+tches toilet tissue soft
i’m the hardest out the a
and if you got pressure, b+tch
drop your addy on the way

[interlude]
cap ass hoe
you cap as f+ck talkin’ ’bout
you got 50 racks on our head
cut that sh+t out, b+tch
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh+t, on god
you just talkin’ ’bout how you
went to atl and orlando
b+tch, cut that sh+t out
pull up, hoe. pull up, pull up
we all want the smoke
yeah, yeah, yeah, b+tch



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