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rina whorgan - who are you? (original version) lyrics

[verse 1]
i mean, i look so good, how could you not take a peek?
tiffany ’round my neck with versace on my sheets
miss chrissy, i got these rejects mad p+ssy
told ’em i send a verse and i end up going missin’
like m.i.a., you cannot hang
all i sit around and shot cootlers
had ’em dialin’ it for me like a butler
’cause i run these n+ggas pockets like portler
yo, louis vuitton on my hip
and don’t forget i put the ysl on my lips
had to tell that n+gga, i don’t ride for a trip
and i don’t give a f+ck, you cut the bob on a b+tch

[chorus]
(r) rich bad b+tches in the club, n+ggas poppin’ bottles
throw some hundreds when you in the club with
(i) intelligent and very wеll+mannered
with your n+gga in the fandom, keep thе pictures in the camera
(n) n+gga, don’t test me
i’m a badass, b+tch, you should really wanna impress me
(a) anyway, at the end of the day
b+tch, i’m rina f+ckin’ whorgan, who the f+ck are you?

[post+chorus]
i hear you b+tches in the back thinkin’ you could top this
show me which b+tches affected and b+tches gon’ pop sh+t
well, tell me some that i don’t know, keep b+tches up on they toes
listen to ’em, all these b+tches bitin’ rina whorgan flow
[verse 2]
step one, do it like me, step two, be a bad b+tch
now to step three, step three, never do a d+mn thing for free
unless they are your girls, but half the time they cop and plead
now step four, if you ain’t beat step two, hit the d+mn door
because i’m not taking charity cases or f+cking wh0res
i mean, what can i say? you b+tches can’t hang
and all i hear is fussin’ about rina f+ckin’ whorgan, babe
and what i said, b+tch? yeah, i keep it real to the dead, b+tch
a+anyway way at the end of the day
b+tch, i’m rina f+ckin’ whorgan, who the f+ck are you?

[chorus]
(r) rich bad b+tches in the club, n+ggas poppin’ bottles
throw some hundreds when you in the club with
(i) intelligent and very well+mannered
with your n+gga in the fandom, keep the pictures in the camera
(n) n+gga, don’t test me
i’m a badass, b+tch, you should really wanna impress me
(a) anyway, at the end of the day
b+tch, i’m rina f+ckin’ whorgan, who the f+ck are you?

[post+chorus]
i hear you b+tches in the back thinkin’ you could top this
show me which b+tches affected and b+tches gon’ pop sh+t
well, tell me some that i don’t know, keep b+tches up on they toes
listen to ’em, all these b+tches bitin’ rina whorgan flow
[outro]
amir, yo, yo
i want all my bad b+tches, all my big, fat titty b+tches
all the b+tches with the fat asses
i want you to get up and jump, b+tch, like, i want you to bounce
i love b+tches that make money, i love b+tches that love me, b+tch
you know it, b+tch, yo, yeah, yeah, okay
girl, no, for real, i love all of you
like, real rina sh+t, b+tch (r), real rap sh+t, b+tch
you feel me, my n+gga? (i) do you f+ckin’ feel me?
(n)
(a)

- rina whorgan lyrics

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