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$hyfromdatre - big shy (outro) lyrics

let’s get this straight now—
i never f+cked anybody over in my life, didn’t have a [?], you got that? (ok)
all i have in this world is my boss and my word, and i don’t break them for [?]

ayy, i’m going up, n+gga—no escalator. (ayy)
your girl really don’t talk, this sh+t don’t stop
i’m steady going up like elevators. (no cap)
this sh+t like [?], they want the music now; i don’t want a [?]
b+tches talking sh+t, meanwhile, i’m popping bottles

ayy, b+tch, i be the moneymaker
b+tch, i feel like undertaker
and b+tch, i ain’t no k!ller, but don’t push me—
you can meet your maker. (ayy)
these b+tches is my sons, mane—
and i ain’t even from jamaica
and don’t make me get my gun, mane—
[?] (ayy, ayy)

hold on, i’ll be right back
b+tches mad i won’t type back
you say you gonna do what to who?
chill out, hoe, you ain’t even like that
i done burnt so many b+tches—must be fertile
you down in miami, but what you know about that [?]?
ayy, i be peeping game
if you want something green and slow, get you a f+cking turtle
and i don’t play no games—
i jump on the beat like i’m doing hurdles
ain’t no cappin’ in my rap—
i’m hard as f+ck; they like, “how dare she?”
all that wolfing ‘bout what you gon’ do to a b+tch—
that sh+t don’t scare me

ayy, and b+tch, i’m living like larry
i’m posting up in the cut with twin—
b+tch, we like tom and jerry. (ayy)
i feel bad for the next hoe that try—
i’m [?] b+tch+smack+a+tooth, man, call me the tooth fairy. (ayy)
i want b+tches to talk all that sh+t to my face—
but you know these b+tches too scary. (ayy)

and these b+tches know better. (know better)
you hating while i’m getting more cheddar. (more cheddar)
and if you make a scene, i’ma put on a show—
b+tch, just like it’s coach+lla. (coach+lla)
yeah, i’m a boss, b+tch—
i’m back on boss sh+t
the fans telling me to show my soft side
but i ain’t with that soft sh+t. (ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, man)
my voice going away—
b+tch, i’m in the booth rapping my ass off. (d+mn)
b+tches be like, “no filter, b+tch”—
but you forgot to wipe the mask off
i heard b+tches broke through the grapevine
on the hatin’ b+tch, i won’t waste time
man, these b+tches ain’t street for real—
only thing street is your t++th throwing gang signs. (gang, gang, gang, gang)

b+tch, and free my n+ggas out the pen
i rip the mic up on the block—
sh+t, i’ma have to spin a bin
big shot done did it again. (ayy)
you a hatin’ hoe—that’s a sin
i miss my designer—i’m too different
i was put on the bench, lost my motherf+ckin’ top—
b+tch, it only took two minutes
(two f+cking minutes, b+tch—stop playin’ with me, hoe. yeah, b+tch, i’m back.)

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