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Straight up outta Oakland
The dopest hip-hop chick
That you probably ever seen
Do this hip-hop shit
I drop hip-hop hits
You's a flip-flop bitch
I got labels on the line tryna get my shit
It's imperative
That we never reside at the sharing
The split checks, we sharing it
Rap cliques, embarrassed 'em
Kill everything
They think that we ain't better than
Got no flaws, I carried it
Bad broad, no parenting
Mams did not raise me, Pops could not save me
I'm wavy, I'm swazy
Y'all chick's fugazy
How y'all even made it in the game still amaze me
I'm a B in the hall of fame like I'm Jay-Z for real
Can't touch me like I'm tall, like Shaquille
Y'all like to squeal
All my dawgs out to kill
To my haters, show no favors
'Till we all got a deal and even still
We'll be chillin' in a house on the hill
La famille