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gtfomd - big mali lyrics

[intro]
uh…uh
i told you b*tches to stop playin’ wit’ me (uh)
but i don’t f*ck wit’ none of yall n*ggas
i don’t f*ck wit’ none of you b*tches
get the f*ck (for real) off my d*ck b*tch uh

[chorus]
done wit’ you hoes, collect the money like “hi” and “h*llo”
i ain’t wit’ the drama, i’ll slide in yo door
i don’t need a partner, i’m ridin’ solo
i do the business i’m wit’ it, come on
you want the show, bring the bag or the poles
i don’t need the gang, i can pull it dolo
but i don’t give a f*ck bro, you comin’ for sho?
it’s really easy how blessings just come to me
say that he leavin’, you know he ain’t done wit’ me
looks be deceivin’, so watch all your company
you everything they wish and they wanna be
stay out the way make these b*tches go crazy
there ain’t a hoe that can say that she know me
all i make for the bread (????)

[bridge]
you ain’t the b*tches you say you are
how you gone play wit’ the queen when i’m goin’ hard?
i drop an ace on a b*tch like a bottle girl
then put some paint on the sh*t like it’s mardi gras
b*tch i’m a boss ain’t no time for the peasantry
he be addicted to me like i’m ecstasy
b*tch f*ck a n*gga like “why is you textin’ me?”
diamonds just sit on my titties caressin’ me
b*tch i’m a big shark, n*ggas be fishy
screamin’ “gang gang” be first ones snitchin’
whole lotta’ money bring a whole lotta’ b*tches
but you the big gangsta stay big game pimpin’
ain’t worried bout’ it, yeah i’m focused on self
gettin’ better health, generational wealth
breakin’ rubber bands and buckle on the belt when i’m ridin’ sunset and i’m smokin’ top shelf
yall lil b*tches gone learn, same b*tch sparkin’ same b*tch get burned
stop sneak dissin’ me before you end up on an urn, bring flowers to your feet, i ain’t talkin’ bout’ ferns
yeah, your n*gga might be all in my pit, but i tell you one thing he ain’t hittin’ on sh*t
so sis, get the f*ck if my d*ck b*tch uh

[bridge]
yall hoes ain’t tired yet? same hoes stressed, same hoes look a mess
n*gga say that he straight, prolly why they stay pressed, i ain’t tryna conversate, start gettin’ undressed
we can get it on no problem, i can spin around like a 38 revolver
i can bring him down like he walkin down the alter, like b and jay z, but tonight we the carters
i never switch up cuz’ i’m stable, don’t give a f*ck bout’ a check or a label
i want my run to this point cuz’ i’m able, i forever eat boy i’m fillin’ the table
you b*tches know not to play wit’ me, switch like a b*tch then you know it ain’t safe for me
turned in to police like you fed giving agency, i always get back don’t care how long it’s takin’ me
and no i don’t f*ck wit’ you sis, you was my b*tch then you cut up your wrist
dismissed
get the f*ck off my d*ck b*tch uh

- big mali lyrics

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