Kay L.A., Bobby Woody - Really Dem

Bitch, I'm really her
Bitch, I'm really her
Give me all your money cause I earned it
Put me on a track because I burnt it
Got some paper cuts
My fingers hurting
Your favorite rapper in the ER
I'm the surgeon
They just want a copy with the side eye
Cause I'm working
Do you know where your nigga at
Cause he been lurking
Baddest in the city, baby
I know that for certain
Bitch, I'm really her
And him
I do what I want
Me and all my friends
We be rolling up
Higher than a blimp
Fuck with me, you stuck
Something like a pimp
Something like a
Call me in the evening if you need that
We been working like we making beeswax
Believe that
Gold piece on my wrist
It cost a three-piece
Ain't proud of the fiscal
But you see that
Young nigga and I been proud to be black
Got to be more than outside to get where we at
I just dropped my tickets and that's where your girl gon' be at
Your show looking like John Cena
I ain't see that
Uh
Uh
I'm really him
Whole team want rings, so I'm going for the win
For the past ten, a nigga been going in
For the next ten, I ain't slowing down for shit
God damn
Bitch, I'm really her
I ain't ever sleeping cause I'm working
Got a couple sons of bitches nursing
Up against whoever, I'ma murk them
All you niggas soft, you niggas Jergens
All your niggas tired, no detergent
Broke a couple hearts, some niggas hurting
When I'm off the liquor, I be flirting
Bitch, I'm really her
You know I'ma lay low
They ain't making money
That's that play doh
Hardest in the city cause I say so
Now I'm waving to my haters like I'm Maino
Bitch, I'm really her

Written by:
Kayla Allen, Bobby Woody

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