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lady london - is you krazy? lyrics

[intro]
(hitmaka)

[chorus]
ain’t sh+t ’bout me basic
make a rich n+gga face it
real, real slim+waisted
miss put that sh+t on, still fly when i’m naked
sh+t heavy, he embrace it
hatin’ hoes can’t see me, b+tch need lasik
i’m a bey to a jay+z
f+ck n+ggas tryna date me, b+tch, is you crazy?

[verse 1]
b+tch, are you mad? (mad)
i just be hearin’ the dumb sh+t you said
you better watch where you poppin’ your sh+t (what?)
what, you done bumped up your motherf+ckin’ head?
copped me the rollie, he copped me the wraith
and when you see me, you copy and paste
i’m in your saved, i’m all on your page
bookmarkеd folders, sh+t that you named, look (b+tch)
i been in your algorithm
you got a thousand n+ggas? i’ll take a thousand of ‘еm
you took a thousand pictures, i bet a thousand dollars
that in a crowd of women, you ain’t the baddest nothin’
you ain’t a bad b+tch, average (woo)
we ain’t cut from the same cloth, same fabric (woo)
you and her got the same body, same plastic (ah)
both of y’all goin’ out sad, fake tragic, so tragic
[chorus]
ain’t sh+t ’bout me basic
make a rich n+gga face it
real, real slim+waisted
miss put that sh+t on, still fly when i’m naked
sh+t heavy, he embrace it
hatin’ hoes can’t see me, b+tch need lasik
i’m a bey to a jay+z
f+ck n+ggas tryna date me, b+tch, is you crazy?

[verse 2]
if i got racks, i throw it up like f+ck you mean? (f+ck you mean?)
your baby father a rat, so the lil’ boy party, y’all throw it at chuck e. cheese (chuck e. cheese)
i don’t do nothin’, i’m still in the jeweler
you did all that f+ckin’, you still in an uber (uh+uh)
don’t do all that huffin’ and puffin’, i know that you bluffin’
i’ll smoke on a b+tch like a hookah
this ain’t luck, i’m just too favored (too favored)
all your jewelry look so fake+ish (ew)
i give a f+ck, i’m too high maintenance (uh+huh)
i need a screwdriver for my bracelet (give me that)
i’m a fly b+tch, i don’t do weak+b+tch sh+t (weak+b+tch sh+t)
i don’t lease it, p+ssy, i pink, pink slip (pink, pink)
and you know the truth, got the coldest coupe (uh+huh)
girl, your apr lookin’ like as old as you, come on
[chorus]
ain’t sh+t ’bout me basic
make a rich n+gga face it
real, real slim+waisted
miss put that sh+t on, still fly when i’m naked
sh+t heavy, he embrace it
hatin’ hoes can’t see me, b+tch need lasik
i’m a bey to a jay+z
f+ck n+ggas tryna date me, b+tch, is you crazy?

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