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you gotta- you, got it you gotta- you, got it Feds, you bitches feds these bitches can’t survive without being fed These men be pulling the same locks, Goldie can't pick a bed i beg you girl, take those meds you be out here looking a hot mess! you gotta- you, got it mh, i've been seeing the way you work em all these women want access, a permit you use whats in front of you, courbet it's too late for these women to curve it. cause they hung up on it, curtain uh Front row bitch, with a front row fit Big talkin hoes, but they don’t say shit I’ve been takin’ note On when they overdrafts hit - on it I’ve been stayin’ cute, while they stayin’ mad on it Yeah, what do these hoes got? what they got on it i know they ain't got what i step out in- i got that shit on! you ain't got shit on! men saying i'm acting hard to get maybe you too easy and you should try a little less maybe i'm just not interested, i just don't feel the need to voice i don't owe you shit i got that choice i see you down bad, i jump for joy. i get so happy when i see you destroy all the false narratives you created ain't no body want to join you made that choice, soon you'll see what jo can do with a little poise i'm over boys, these men can't do shit right, im pro choice you gotta- you, got it you gotta- you, got it