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Mykki Blanco
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Virginia Beach
[Verse 1] Where's the spotlight? A bitch about to steal it I don't mean no hard feelings But you know I'm 'bout to fill it Kill it The [Lower West?]nigga y'all sees is low so That blindfold bitches fronting better say so I'm swagging Omarosa while you know she's well respected In the West, well-connected on the East was finna beast on Hip-hop hair with the wanna rumble Any rap bitch trying to start shit, but I be humbler
Divide and conquer yo, I claim this life Wether the fame come or not, I fucking slay you with a mic I stayed awake all night plotting my takeover Got a militia my nigga, things about to be over I said that, that there said Blanco couldn't do it Same basic bitches talking shit. Fuck it, nigga, show them I didn't do it for them then. Why do it for them now? It's Blanco. It's all white, blinding all you clowns
[Hook] Yo we tipped off, little rockers ripped off Little shock a dick off, little papa piss off Bitches in their bum seats stays out here looking hungry Eating good, living good, we crispy like new money
Shine on 'em. Shine, shine on 'em. Shine on 'em Grind on 'em. Grind, grind on 'em Mykki tricky. Mykki feel so sticky Mykki be so freaky, eh sticky
[Verse 2] Like my, my, my Johnny Gilliam, Ima feel him Handcuff him to the bed, and make him scream out to the ceiling It's Blanco the villainess, trillest bitch you dealing with Y'all ain't got to front cause I know you niggas feeling it We in Virginia Beach boardwalking, bitches squawking We gonna empty his pockets, but we fuck him and drop him Hey, this much hype, motherfucker in the world The real came in lipstick, dressed like a girl I'm a handsome , come and do that in her city With a joint up in my cleavage and a fresh-cut kitty, dog
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[Verse 3] (I'm on top of the world.)
I'm the pretty face with the Alaïa waist. Bombshell status Them bitches think they bad but we know we the baddest Nigga I'm 'a shine like a brand new dime You suckers better get yours, cause Ima get mine Mykki tricky Blanco, yeah you might have heard of me I rhyme so slick, my own verbs slip under me Never been a worker beetle, never try to front on me Scared bitches run from me. Somebody take this gun from me Come for me, I dare you to and then I'll scare you You might be Serena bitch, but trust me, ma, I'll Blair you Tear you into pieces, yeah I'm tasty like Reese's Break you down, work the Word like I was writing a thesis What if Jesus played God's son cause he's the only one Who can tackle my demons, quarterback all my evils If Jacob Man's the king I guess I'm his daughter These boots are made for walking, and I'm Mykki Sinatra These blunts are made for smoking and that's just what we'll do And one of these days that Purple Haze is gonna' catch right up with you
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