(Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap)
Brrt, grrt, grrt
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You know what matters the most
Pretty bitches with little butts
You know what matters the most
Little titties that's getting sucked
You know what matters the most
It's the Julio in my cup

I don't need no pity from nobody 'cause I'm gritty
D-D-Diggin' is a hobby to the hitters in my city
Curvy on the body (yeah), natural on the titties (mwuah)
I don't carry grudges 'cause I'm carryin' the stitchy
I'm like– (what? What? What? What? What? What? What?)
What the fuck is a hundred thousand? Nigga, that ain't enough, huh?
I'm like– (what? What? What? What? What? What? What?)
What the fuck is a hundred M's? Nigga, that ain't enough, huh?
Running my city so long, I'm switching gears
I been showing hoes no mercy since the top of the year (huh)
Catching buckets on the court, don't give a fuck if they cheer
Dead gorgeous in the face, oh, you know I'm top tier
I'm like– (what? What? What? What? What? What? What?)
Who want war with a bitch with a ten thousand clutch?
Who want war with a gangsta walking around untouched?
Who want war with a savage on a late-night hunt? Grrt

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You know what matters the most
Pretty bitches with little butts
You know what matters the most
Little titties that's getting sucked
You know what matters the most
It's the Julio in my cup

I'm like: What's poppin', what's good?
In the towns with the hitters, bitches wish that they could
Run down on the gator, ho, I wish that you would
Like– (what? What? What? What? What? What? What?)
You no good in the hood
Butterscotch on the cookie for you muhfuckas (my muhfuckas)
You know I'm pretty than a motherfucka
I heard he broke, broke, broke, broke, I ain't got no love for him
If I have his baby, I'ma turn him to a muhfucka (what? What? What? What? What? What? What? Grr)
Walking in the caf' and I'm looking like lunch (what? What? What? What? What? What? What? Grr)
Posted on the Ave, on the block, like: What's up? (What? What? What? What? What? What? What? Grr)
Moving like a queen, but I feel like King Tut (what? What? What? What? What? What? What? Grr)

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You know what matters the most
Pretty bitches with little butts
You know what matters the most
Little titties that's getting sucked
You know what matters the most
It's the Julio in my cup

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