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who - evelyn duvall lyrics

who lyrics
[intro]
who’s that, who’s this
who’s that, please tell ’em i’m the sh*t
who’s that, who’s this (aye yeah aye, bow)
who’s that, please tell ’em i’m the sh*t
who’s that, who’s this
who’s that, please tell ’em i’m the sh*t
who’s that, who’s this
who’s that, please tell ’em i’m the sh*t

[verse 1]
i ain’t making sp*ce for sh*t
my life came in second place when i was safe with it
but that won’t always be the case, cause b*tch i’m racin’
i been on autopilot just to tie up all my laces
i can’t really trust you, cause you be fake sh*t (okay b*tch)
looking like a billion, i hop up off a sp*ceship
ain’t nеver basic, it’s been a celebration
i can’t gеt enough, i give these b*tches inspiration
i don’t mind you
but i ain’t behind you
we ain’t on the telephone, so we don’t need to try to
cause we in different areas
that we been assigned to
i’m a lil’ different than them b*tches that excite you
i been in the kitchen and we kickin’ it like ice do
guess i paid the price and now these b*tches do what i do
b*b*but when they open up they mouth, they show they iqs
i’m too blessed, now i’m flying in a nice coupe (okay, whew)
[chorus]
who’s that, f*ck her, she reckless (reckless)
she said she out from texas (texas)
don’t stress, don’t fret, don’t press sh*t (press sh*t)
got a g.e.m around her muhf*ckin’ necklace (necklace)
who’s that, f*ck her, she reckless (reckless)
she said she out from texas (texas)
don’t stress, don’t fret, don’t press sh*t (press sh*t)
got a g.e.m around her muhf*ckin’ necklace (necklace)

[post*chorus]
necklace, necklace, necklace
(who’s that)
necklace, necklace, necklace

[verse 2]
you really could use a shape up
the way i’m hitting these layups
i’m winning, its back to back, so i promise you i won’t taper
and basically, i’m a goddess
you b*tches is acting faker than titties
sitting ’round like some bitties
honestly being me is running you hoes in a tizzy
i don’t check for n0body
b*tch, i don’t check in the city
yeah i know from out here
no, they ain’t f*cking with me
so much time been allotted, but still they attitude sh*tty
but sure, it’s still 50 50
um, but can you hoes get off my back
i know you look to me because i got some sh*t you lack
i never understand it, cause all you b*tches wack
if i’m being very candid, they asking who is that
she is me
i popped up at the function and now i wanna leave
i’m smoking on some ganja, this sh*t making me see
all you b*tches on some dumb sh*t
i’m finna catch some z’s (b*tch)
[outro]
(cause really i’ma g)
(he wanna cuff me like police)
(to f*ck with me it cost a fee)
(i’ll make these b*tches kiss the ring)
who’s that, who’s this
who’s that, please tell ’em i’m the sh*t
who’s that, who’s this
who’s that, please tell ’em i’m the sh*t

- evelyn duvall lyrics

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