Watermelon juice with some ice is all care about
Turn that #ss ‘round
Throw them cheeks out
All up in the news hear what they saying about me
All my b#tches bad
Bring the ballers out
Ok, he know to keep a secret
He don’t ever tattle tale
He a OG he a gangster
Heard his uncle still in jail
And he treat me like a queen
Keep a pistol on the shelves
But you know I keep a mini
Just in case a b#tch can help
I can feel his heart throb when he look at that box
And we making money now take them rocks out yo socks
He said that p#ss# taste like home he call it soul food
He all up on line like b#tch told you
Watermelon juice with some ice is all care about
Turn that #ss ‘round
Throw them cheeks out
All up in the news hear what they saying about me
All my b#tches bad
Bring the ballers out
Now these b#tches all in they feelings
I ain’t your baby momma or your vixen
Making me sick they fishing for gimmicks
Didn’t know sucking dick was a image
I hope you feel offended that’s intended
I’m a rude b#tch with some bloody kicks
Type of b#tch that makes the girls gossip
Got them talking sh#t when my check hits
Who you know bump all this sh#t
I got ten in my clip but still talk like a cutie pie
They thought my mind was gone shift
From that glam and that glitz
But that sh#t ain’t that new to her
Ego on Jupiter
If she ain’t badder than me
Then why is you choosing her
She just a blender I’m juicing her
She don’t look good
Watermelon juice with some ice is all care about
Turn that #ss ‘round
Throw them cheeks out
All up in the news hear what they saying about me
All my b#tches bad
Bring the ballers out
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