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lakeyah – from the bottom lyrics

[intro]
(ayy, heavy, turn the beat up, though)

[chorus]
came from the bottom, now we up like attic
just walked in the jeweler and bust down a patek
was down to my last, now i’m livin’ lavish
now i do foreigns when i’m out in traffic (d+mn)
i swear this sh+t feel like magic (voilà)
different colors in the chain (tada)
i tap the gas, that b+tch, it go (bye+bye)
broke b+tches talkin’, ain’t sayin’ (nada)

[verse 1]
i thought i told all you b+tches i’m with it (with it)
no, i’m not lettin’ up off of you n+ggas (nah, nah)
my foot on the gas, i been on they ass (uh+huh)
b+tch, i got on, now i’m makin’ ’em feel it
poppin’ my sh+t, that lil’ b+tch be trippin’ (yeah)
started on ig, i’m makin’ a livin’ (rich)
these b+tches be streamin’ my sh+t just to hate off the rip
off these b+tches, i’m makin’ a k!lling, yeah (b+tch, i’m poppin’)
my life a movie, these hoes gon’ watch it (they watch it)
new drip on, you hoes can’t cop it (can’t cop it)
ice on ice, my wrist game hockey (ice)
switch my n+gga when i please, that’s options
might be toxic
but a b+tch this bad can’t never be locked in
whatever i want, lil’ b+tch, i’m coppin’
i ain’t tryna bag no n+gga ‘less he takin’ me shoppin’, b+tch
[chorus]
came from the bottom, now we up like attic
just walked in the jeweler and bust down a patek
was down to my last, now i’m livin’ lavish
now i do foreigns when i’m out in traffic (d+mn)
i swear this sh+t feel like magic (voilà)
different colors in the chain (tada)
i tap the gas, that b+tch, it go (bye+bye)
broke b+tches talkin’, ain’t sayin’ (nada)

[verse 2]
b+tch, i’m different
i’m in my bag, won’t catch no feelings (nah, nah)
whatever i rap, lil’ b+tch, i’m livin’ (i am)
cartier wrist off the lv wristlet (yeah, yeah, yeah)
b+tch, i’m gifted
slim lil’ b+tch look just like jada (pinkett)
serve straight looks, but i ain’t no waiter (yeah)
real pimp sh+t, i keep sh+t player (i do)
that boy an eater, this p+ssy gon’ cater
give him right back if he stressin’ me
i’m not your b+tch, n+gga, please stop textin’ me (please)
i don’t like n+ggas who steady be pressin’ me
ain’t got a check, then b+tch, you ain’t checkin’ me (huh?)
n+ggas be hatin’, these b+tches look jealousy (yeah)
been poppin’ my sh+t, no, you can’t get ahead of me (not at all)
keyah the g.o.a.t., lil’ b+tch, you could never be
b+tches ain’t f+ckin’ with me, respectfully

- lakeyah lyrics

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