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No pork no fish Just CC beef Childish appetite Baby shark in reef Everyone lazy That's your belief That's why they left What a relief AK, Sav, and what's his name? All these boys just ****ing lame What a mess before Shanks came Shame-shame-shame Puppysha shame (Puppysha-puppysha) **** the old friends They can sue me For me, you're my only groupie Girl with a high sense of duty Girlboss, eng Athlete with a booty Got me flowers before my ex-man If you were down You'd be my next man I'd be your wife And you'd be my husband Chronicle Creations Chronically creating Our own chronically Charming chronicle clan What the? Hola Bapperoni No pork, no pepperoni No sits back no relaxing A Control Freak With some bossing Like guys how she likes Alfredo All white with a lotta dough Keep her out the ER though Tatcha cream make her face grow Hustling day and night Always sporting but no trophies I went MIA, off the grid Now my bars gon' make you dizzy Mdawgs got your back But not that scoliosees Sleep by 10pm It's a bap rap No pretenzies (Grah) Who's this girl Had a major glow up Used to sip on Tim's Now it's Starbucks Back in the day She was kinda frail Couldn't order no fries Opposite of whale Now she's out here Tamil beats on blast Used to be a coconut That's in the past Stiff on the floor No rhythm, no groove Now she's tryna show us All kinds of moves (Skrrt-skrrt) Shy girl to star girl Flexing that sass Went from economy To business class Awkward to chic Got work to do But I see you, girl I see the new you She's realer than The estate sold by Shankar I think I heard Beyonce once thank her Run Overcooked Like a nuclear bunker Nicki was talkin' about me I'm the bad bitch From Sri Lankhar Treat the streets Like a driver on NASCAR She so old I should Call her my Unc-er She tried to rap But she couldn't do better Tried for captain They wouldn't even let her At the net She tries to be a blocker Volleyball queen? Let's bench that setter Working seven jobs You handle it all My temple friend Yeah you're the one I'd call We laugh at those Libras Keep 'em outta sight Just a Virgo alliance Know we gonn' be tight It's Ranran on the Track Here for capt. Baps Picking spots on court Setting up good traps Out here building Up a huge network Girl-bossed so hard She catches flights to work Said good-bye Libra a year ago Like Sharpay we'll Catch flights like a pro Out with the old And in with the new Would do it all again Just to know you And scene

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Trashbin Laden · 1732982400000

No pork no fish Just CC beef Childish appetite Baby shark in reef Everyone lazy That's your belief That's why they left What a relief AK, Sav, and what's his name? All these boys just ****ing lame What a mess before Shanks came Shame-shame-shame Puppysha shame (Puppysha-puppysha) **** the old friends They can sue me For me, you're my only groupie Girl with a high sense of duty Girlboss, eng Athlete with a booty Got me flowers before my ex-man If you were down You'd be my next man I'd be your wife And you'd be my husband Chronicle Creations Chronically creating Our own chronically Charming chronicle clan What the? Hola Bapperoni No pork, no pepperoni No sits back no relaxing A Control Freak With some bossing Like guys how she likes Alfredo All white with a lotta dough Keep her out the ER though Tatcha cream make her face grow Hustling day and night Always sporting but no trophies I went MIA, off the grid Now my bars gon' make you dizzy Mdawgs got your back But not that scoliosees Sleep by 10pm It's a bap rap No pretenzies (Grah) Who's this girl Had a major glow up Used to sip on Tim's Now it's Starbucks Back in the day She was kinda frail Couldn't order no fries Opposite of whale Now she's out here Tamil beats on blast Used to be a coconut That's in the past Stiff on the floor No rhythm, no groove Now she's tryna show us All kinds of moves (Skrrt-skrrt) Shy girl to star girl Flexing that sass Went from economy To business class Awkward to chic Got work to do But I see you, girl I see the new you She's realer than The estate sold by Shankar I think I heard Beyonce once thank her Run Overcooked Like a nuclear bunker Nicki was talkin' about me I'm the bad bitch From Sri Lankhar Treat the streets Like a driver on NASCAR She so old I should Call her my Unc-er She tried to rap But she couldn't do better Tried for captain They wouldn't even let her At the net She tries to be a blocker Volleyball queen? Let's bench that setter Working seven jobs You handle it all My temple friend Yeah you're the one I'd call We laugh at those Libras Keep 'em outta sight Just a Virgo alliance Know we gonn' be tight It's Ranran on the Track Here for capt. Baps Picking spots on court Setting up good traps Out here building Up a huge network Girl-bossed so hard She catches flights to work Said good-bye Libra a year ago Like Sharpay we'll Catch flights like a pro Out with the old And in with the new Would do it all again Just to know you And scene

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