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lebra jolie - look alive lyrics

[intro:]
i would say look alive but i can’t even say look alive
these b+tches so muhf+ckin’ dead
i be k!lling hoes, left and muhf+ckin’ right

[chorus:]
i+i+i got these b+tches p+ssed
i’m that b+tch, i’m the sh+t (ayy)
ooh, she mad
oh, well, watch my wrist, how it drip, ayy (ooh)
thumbin’ through the page, screenshottin’ all my pics (yeah)
you a fan, wanna be me (yeah, yeah, ooh, okay)
i can’t even really trip, yah
you say that’s yo’ n+gga, but you really need to get the picture
he ain’t wit’ you, you a bust+down, split you in the middle, ayy (okay)
never had feelin’s, ayy, ion get too sentimental
i break hearts from the start, then return ’em how i sent them, ayy
[verse 1:]
b+tch, i’m dubbed like a brick on me (brick on me)
homie close like the clip on me (ooh)
look like a faucet, drip on me (drip)
sit on his face, he l!ck on me
all on my page, cl!ck on me (cl!ck)
young b+tch so cold, they sick of me (they sick of me)
i got the sauce and the recipe (the recipe)
i got your man’s, they next to me, ooh (ooh, ooh, ooh)
ayy, put this ass in his face (ooh)
you kissed him in the mouth (ew)
gotta ask how it taste
he called to ask you sp+ce
movin’ all gas, no brakes (skrrt)
he movin’ fast, no pace
i got them hooked, he laced
i got them hooked like a bait
b+tches be mad for no reason
girl make a post and delete it (delete it)
you know you broke, you heated (b+tch)
act like you so conceited (period)
practice that sh+t you preachin’
b+tches be reachin’
i own that sh+t you be leasin’ (leasin’)
i’m like lebron and cleveland (ball)
b+tches is done this season
i’m blowin’ racks and nina’s
showin’ my ass in venus (ayy)
me and my girls take flights
y’all wanna argue and fight
y’all be all bark, no bite
b+tches, we nothin’ alike
we chase that green like we goin’ through lights (skrrt, skrrt)
i get a bread, my team get a slice
i get that head then leave the same night (ooh)
he in his feelings now he wanna fight
non+paragraph, you’ll be alright
[chorus:]
i+i+i got these b+tches p+ssed
i’m that b+tch, i’m the sh+t (ayy)
ooh, she mad
oh, well, watch my wrist, how it drip, ayy (ooh)
thumbin’ through the page, screenshottin’ all my pics (yeah)
you a fan, wanna be me (yeah, yeah, ooh, okay)
i can’t even really trip, yah
you say that’s yo’ n+gga, but you really need to get the picture
he ain’t wit’ you, you a bust+down, split you in the middle, ayy (okay)
never had feelin’s, ayy, ion get too sentimental
i break hearts from the start, then return ’em how i sent them, ayy

[verse 2:]
i beat these hoes like arthur dos (beatin’ them)
tell that lil’ b+tch i want all the smoke (all the smoke)
you better watch how y’all approach (watch it, lil’ b+tch)
sh+t get real then y’all ghost (sh+t get real)
i had enough of you dog hoes (enough of you dogs)
tell you the truth, y’all all go (all go)
worry about me, that’s why y’all broke (yeah)
fan+ass+hoe, who y’all quote
i know you upset, i’m the best at it (best at it)
every time i dress like the met gala (met gala)
hood but boujee, big standards (ayy)
sh+ttin’ on b+tches, need big pandas (ooh)
so jealous, it’s understandin’ (okay)
who they want, i’m hot to mantle lil’ b+tch (yeah)
jolie, jolie, jolie, jolie, b+tch
jolie, jolie, jolie, jolie, b+tch
jolie, jolie, jolie, jolie, b+tch

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