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lil bitch (rapper) - fuck it lyrics
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[verse 1: lil b-tch]
drinking vodka, blue
hanging with the crew, yeah
rapping all day, yeah i be dissin’ you
spitting those lines, yeah you know that shit is true
look at me now, and these hundreds that i blew, yeah
in the club we stunting
haters say i’m nothing
the shit i do is real b-tch, no i am not bluffin’
stand up to me b-tch and i’ll put you in a coffin
and yeah i f-cked your b-tch, just so i can top it, yeah
all this shit is real none of it is fake, yeah
don’t come around comparing me to drake
hoes on my d-ck, like frosting on a cake
venom in my heart, yeah k!ll you like a snake, yeah
[chorus: lil b-tch]
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
b-tches here, they suckin’, yeah
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
doin’ this shit i love it, yeah
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
b-tches here, they suckin’, yeah
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
doin’ this shit i love it, yeah
[verse 2: lil b-tch]
rappers copy styles like they cheating on a test
claim that i was trash, but then why you so obsessed?
still clicking on my links, you can’t cover your tracks
walking out the interview like i be kodak black
duck and cover cause i’m taking aim
making moves, you playing games
you spray the foam, i fan the flames
you rat homies, i take blame
you think you’re smooth, but i can tell
those nmds ain’t up for sale
wouldn’t buy those shits if they were free
need to come clean like a guilty plea
if i sell-out, never buy my shit
never care bout what i think
got that blue suede like vince staples
never signing to some label
no dreamville, no tde
no def jam, shit ain’t for me
putting hours, like it’s day and night
the competition ain’t in sight
[chorus: lil b-tch]
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
b-tches here, they suckin’, yeah
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
doin’ this shit i love it, yeah
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
b-tches here, they suckin’, yeah
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
doin’ this shit i love it, yeah
[verse 3: counterfeit]
smoke rising from the f-cking booth
cut the headlights so you see the truth
said you dope, but you know i’m lyin’
always frontin’, but you never tryin’
come in pairs like a double-header
on-and-off like it’s cali weather
girl left you for a counterfeit
maybe next time you should treat her better
drop all the stacks, pick up the pen
started at zero, i’m going to ten
tekashi in prison, r kelly is next
shooters outside so i’m wearing a vest
hijack the beat, then i’m fleeing the scene
pull all the stops while i’m spittin’ the scheme
you paying the label to boost up your streams
thought you could rap, it was only a dream
[chorus: lil b-tch]
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
b-tches here, they suckin’, yeah
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
doin’ this shit i love it, yeah
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
b-tches here, they suckin’, yeah
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
f-ck it
doin’ this shit i love it, yeah
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