Trickshot

Pop up on a bitch, like "What's all that shit you talkin' 'bout?"

Colder than the winter but I'm shinin' like the sun

Got designer on my body, got designer for my son

I ain't worry 'bout the press

I can see you pressed, you a mess

Watch your mouth 'fore I'm at you bitches' neck, yeah

Now, is that right?

Ho, is that right?

Heard they catchin' up to me, ho, is that right?

Heard that you had sex with me, oh, is that right?

You could never fuck with me on my bad night

Huh, is that right?

Ho, is that right?

You the one to knock me off, now is that right?

Heard that I stopped goin' hard, now is that right?

I'm a fuckin' superstar, get your facts right

 

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