Clariyah - Did It On Em | Текст песни

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• Did It On Em

all these bitches be too fake
i'm bout to hit them with reality
punch, slains aggressive every verse comes with brutality
they stay too basic, make me questions my mentality
sayin they in a cone
where's the funcking personality
say on such like i was born with immortality
sayin they boss bitches
i should charge them over purgery
claiming their real bitches just as fake as all they surgery

the game call me yeps and hip hop daddy sin emergency
need a real boss, i need a CPO re urgently
knocking in my door, put em to sleep just like a nursery
asking for the wallet upper grange, burgency
hip hop go through my viens, i got swallow it internally
seems if you got what hip hop is when they needed commercially
imma break the rules because of wild chid fit perfectly
make them pretty nervous
got them shugs bout the uncertainty
do it for my people, so i plessure my fertanity

God is my daddy
he dont have to take botornity
rams too crazy, trynna pull me near farmary
the hate is my main human cuz i know they really washed me
d-d-d-did it on em
i strait up to shitted on em
stay behind n name that ghost who kill them b's like a boss supposed to
how represent the facts
they represent the fiction
how moving in the game, they bout to get envicted

somebody point me to the baddest individual
they pointing to the mirror but dang we look identical
not these hoes, landlord but baby girl your rent is still
thanks for saving my spot
now step the fuck back, in the queue
flawless n intorica
give em bitches frostbite
their body, their blood like i was something of a twilight
this fakery to plastic bout to burnin up in flames
i know a lot of hoes
i wont have to speak no names
they naming all these dollar signs
they barely reach the price tag
make these hoes look bad, i will damn
i think i may pass
spittin since i was 12 like a was born with extra ability
you couldnt win against me
if you was fucking posibillity
yeah, if you was fucking possibility

had a kids so miracle
and curse my insecurities
smoking with the devil and purposely overheard my shit
and no way you can do it
you still secretly unheard of bitch

yeah,
you know these bitches is my sons.

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