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noiretto - impeccabella lyrics

yo, come get ya mans. you want him back? well here’s your chance
yeah i might’ve got all up in his pants
no time to entertain you fans
nah, i ain’t c-cky
but, name one n-gga that can stop me
and name another rapper that can top me
cause if i’m at the top then who’s topping?
coldest spitter of these b-tches & n-ggas
talking that sh-t then i’m pulling the trigger
b-tches getting mad cause my pockets getting thicker
and yes yes b-tch my mouth can get sl1cker
you’re upset cause i’m pretty & petty
wouldn’t understand cause my coins are heavy
your coins short & my coins steady
n-gga stand back cause i’m sure you’re not ready

fall back cause i’m always ready
leave a hoe with one eye like her name was fetty
party with the girls, all up in the telly!
and if you’re looking for a verse hit me up on my celly! (x2)

you already know, when i’m on the beat it’s impeccable (x4)

give it, get it, got it, good!
all you b-tches wish you could
get like me? you b-tches should
stunting on me? i wish you would

y’all n-ggas ain’t never been around
n-ggas start hiding when i come into town
talking sh-t? i don’t hear a sound
just like a bas-m-nt, it’s going down!
slaying b-tches by the pound
i already won where the f-ck is my crown
compet-tion? lost… never found
me winning? sorry, it’s bound!
beefing with me? you’re sure to get clowned!
b-tch your shots? just a rebound
b-tches is my sons, i’m about to impound
going to the top! i’ll never be downed

two flips of this long -ss weave
i got a couple of tricks up my sleeve
ha! i got your man he don’t wanna leave
slaying b-tches, families have to grieve
b-tches is my sons, never had to concieve
i’ll be at the top, you don’t have to believe!
b-tches know they better not decieve
i’ll have b-tches feeling naive

now b-tches wanna throw shade!
same b-tches that never get paid
f-cking with me they sure to get slayed!
her mans number? already saved
b-tch, the way? i already paved
at the bottom.. that’s where she stayed

your mans text just got curved
in the hov lane, b-tch better swerve
and every look? it was a serve
throwing shots.. no steph curr(y)

b-tch i threw down with every look
got my own rules don’t play by the book
evil b-tch, your man can get took…
every rap i’ll have b-tches shook!

- noiretto lyrics

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