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rob49 - i swear to god lyrics

[intro]
i’m tryna tell you
(thanks, yakree)
(yeah)
(ayo, eli, what the f+ck?)
yeah

[pre+chorus]
these hoes can’t do nothin’ with you, phew, mm (at all)
all your friends bad, pretty hoes stick together, phew (for real)
you don’t want for nothin’, phew, huh (want for nothin’, baby)
got your own bag, can’t no n+ggas do nothin’ for you (at all)

[chorus]
bae, you look better then them hoes, i swear to god (i swear to god)
bae, them hoes can’t do nothin’ with you, i swear to god (i swear to god)
you the baddest b+tch alive, i swear to god (i swear to god)
it ain’t nothin’ to turn you up, i swear to god (i swear to god)

[verse 1]
pretty b+tch keep her nails did, yeah (yeah, for said, phew)
pretty b+tch got a new wig, yeah (yeah, she lit, phew)
bae, let’s go to saks fifth, yeah (yeah, do you? phew)
n+gga took you to ruth chris, yuck (what the f+ck? phew)
your ex a f+ckin’ lame, n+gga, yeah (yeah, f+ckin’ broke+ass n+gga, phew)
now you stuck with a bum b+tch, yeah (yeah, he a broke+ass n+gga, phew, phew)
it ain’t nothin’ to boss a b+tch up, yup (yup)
vvs cut on a sl+t (yeah, phew)
[pre+chorus]
these hoes can’t do nothin’ with you, phew, mm (at all)
all your friends bad, pretty hoes stick together, phew (for real)
you don’t want for nothin’, phew, huh (want for nothin’, baby)
got your own bag, can’t no n+ggas do nothin’ for you (at all)

[verse 2]
yeah (yeah), baby, tell me you miss me (for real)
i only f+ck bad hoes, i’m picky (phew)
you the baddest, don’t need a n+gga (no)
i swear to god, you different (yeah)
i swear to god, i think it’s time for you to get out your feelings (yeah)
i swear to god, i think it’s time for you to say f+ck these n+ggas (f+ck ’em)
i get you what you want, yup (i swear to god, phew)
you say you a boss, you ain’t a boss, you ain’t turned your b+tch up (yeah)
i wan’ turned my b+tch up (for real, phew, yeah)
why you left your last n+gga? he a bum and he ain’t spend nothin’ (yeah)
brand new bad b+tch, far from catfish, houston sh+t my type, hmm (yeah)
tryna get you a sl+tty in atlanta, free the slime, hmm (yeah)
if you catch her outside and she bad, the b+tch mine, hmm (yeah)
and that n+gga rich, don’t shoot your shot and waste your time
[pre+chorus]
these hoes can’t do nothin’ with you, hmm (at all)
all your friends bad, pretty hoes stick together, phew (for real)
you don’t want for nothin’, phew, huh (want for nothin’, baby)
got your own bag, can’t no n+ggas do nothin’ for you (at all)

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