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Look at this stance. Got nothing to prove. Get paid in advance. Only making my money moves. Diamond lovers need to cut their teeth. Pulled myself out of the gutters with my heart Upon my sleeve. I'm here to make peace, put your dagger in My sheath. Put your hand and squeeze, you can Fuck from beneath. Any babies you bequeath, I'll get back up on The sheet. That's nasty, right? They're set upon the track, live that Gatsby life, But the only thing that's shooting is my daddy, Twice. I got catchy rhymes and my ass is Tight. Make my money per ride just like a Taxi guy. I tell no lies, but I do Cast spells. I got heaven in my eyes, but I'm raising hell. Don't underestimate, Don't forget the name. If I'm dealing shit back, I'm not the only One to blame. I tell no lies, but I Do cast spells. I got heaven in my eyes, But I'm raising hell. Don't underestimate, don't forget the name. If I'm dealing shit back, I'm not the only One to blame. Power, Money, Sex. I always build up, so I'm okay with Getting wrecked. Power, Money, Sex. I'll take your dick, but you can keep Your respect. Give me that damn power. Give me all of your money. Give me leg-quaking sex. That's PMS. Give me that damn power. Give me all of your money. Give me leg-quaking sex. That's PMS. I can see that you're staring. By existing, I challenge, but I got nothing to Prove, just making my money moves. Violent lovers, Abusive strangers. Still pull myself up by the bootstraps, Hand in hand with danger. I didn't come to fight, but if needs I'll Swing, or you can take home a prize and You can be my king. I'll be queen bee, right, but if pissed, I'll Sting on your knees at sunrise with a diamond Ring. I got Hollywood hopes with some London grit. Priests call me the devil, but they're fucking our Kids. Pray to God, cower and beg. I dare you attempt to take me down a Peg. I'll air your dirty laundry out. Smile and pout. I tell no lies, but I do cast spells. I got heaven in my eyes, but I'm raising Hell. Don't underestimate, don't forget the name. If I'm dealing shit back, I'm not the only One to blame. Power, Money, Sex. I always build up, so I'm okay with Getting wrecked. Power, Money, Sex. I'll take your dick, but you can keep Your respect. Give me that damn power. Give me all of your money. Give me leg-quaking sex. That's PMS. Give me that damn power. Give me all of your money. Give me leg-quaking sex. That's PMS. Sip, sip
Chai — P.M.S.
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