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(Out the city)
[Verse 1: Yung Miami]
Yeah, QC be the clique and we winnin' (QC)
Me and JT the realest bitches in it (Free JT)
'Cause Lord knows that I miss her (I miss her)
But I'ma hold this shit down for my sister (Hold it down)
These hoes just hate to give me credit (Never)
It's all good, baby, I'll take the debit (Haha)
My hair long but we could bet it (We could bet it)
Wig off, bet I got the most edges (Lil' bitch)
The diamonds, the rings, and the watches, the bracelets
It happened overnight, so I understand the hatin'
Cosmopolitan, ballin' out of Vegas
50K tab in Chanel on the latest
G-Wag' tinted and the seat sittin' fluffy
Check my DM, another rapper wanna fuck me
AP on my arm, matter fact, I got a two
Move my family out West like boss bitches do
All my life I've been going against the odds
Tryna come up on me, better keep your job
A round of applause for the boss ass bitches
Who made it on their own, and they shittin' on niggas
Girl, let that nigga know
If he ain't breakin' bread, then he gotta go
Right back to where you met him
These fuck niggas want you to sweat 'em
They'll run you to the ground if you let 'em
You have pre-paid call
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(Out the city)
[Verse 1: Yung Miami]
Yeah, QC be the clique and we winnin' (QC)
Me and JT the realest bitches in it (Free JT)
'Cause Lord knows that I miss her (I miss her)
But I'ma hold this shit down for my sister (Hold it down)
These hoes just hate to give me credit (Never)
It's all good, baby, I'll take the debit (Haha)
My hair long but we could bet it (We could bet it)
Wig off, bet I got the most edges (Lil' bitch)
The diamonds, the rings, and the watches, the bracelets
It happened overnight, so I understand the hatin'
Cosmopolitan, ballin' out of Vegas
50K tab in Chanel on the latest
G-Wag' tinted and the seat sittin' fluffy
Check my DM, another rapper wanna fuck me
AP on my arm, matter fact, I got a two
Move my family out West like boss bitches do
All my life I've been going against the odds
Tryna come up on me, better keep your job
A round of applause for the boss ass bitches
Who made it on their own, and they shittin' on niggas
Girl, let that nigga know
If he ain't breakin' bread, then he gotta go
Right back to where you met him
These fuck niggas want you to sweat 'em
They'll run you to the ground if you let 'em
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