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Lyrics
[HOOK]
I AM THE MVP,
ALL U BICHES DO IS ENVY ME
MP3, ALL U BICHES DO IS PLAY WITH ME
MP3, BUT I'M NUMBER ONE
AND I'M REAL CUNT
MP3, BUT I'M NUMBER ONE
MP3, ALL U BICHES DO IS PLAY WITH ME
I AM THE MVP,
ALL U BICHES DO IS ENVY ME
MP3, ALL U BICHES DO IS PLAY WITH ME
MP3, BUT I'M NUMBER ONE
AND I'M REAL CUNT
MP3, BUT I'M NUMBER ONE
MP3, ALL U BICHES DO IS PLAY WITH ME
[VERSE]
I, took that suit off when I see ya
I, ay I didn’t know that was tha real ya
I, she was never rockin’ with my fea-ture
I, uh, I— ra–
Ran away
These ninas? I ain’t got time to wait
If he pull up with me he ain’t gon’ hide my face
Rollin’ with my nina, hope I don’t die today— die today
PRE/HOOK (rewritten + elevated)
Yeah, yeah
In the city with his lil’ fling — always
Fuck your friends, they chat shit — all day
Trust me I’m with it ‘cause it’s my day — always, always, always
Yeah,
I AM THE MVP,
ALL U BICHES DO IS ENVY ME
MP3, ALL U BICHES DO IS PLAY WITH ME
MP3, BUT I'M NUMBER ONE
AND I'M REAL CUNT
MP3, BUT I'M NUMBER ONE
AND BITCH I'M JUST CUNT
Uh— click-clack,
Walk in, it’s a mismatch
I don’t ever chit-chat,
Baby I just dispatch
Any lil’ bitch that’s
Thinkin’ she can get back—
Get back, Sit BACK, Sit BACK
You ain’t built for the riff-raff
Flip that, big stack,
Talk heavy but I did that
Wrist on zig-zag,
Neck glowin’ like a Kit-Kat
He gon’ wanna lick that—
Sit back, sit back,
Tell him “don’t rush” while I drip that
I’m real— unhinged,
Pretty with a sick grin
Body like a weapon,
I don’t ever miss, twin
Talkin’ on the net,
But in person you a lip-sync
I don’t gotta flex,
I just walk in and your wig spins
(beat shifts again — slow bounce, heavy bass)
I’m the one they mimic,
You the one they skip past
I don’t gotta pivot,
Every route a big bag
Say you run the game—
Girl you couldn’t even speed-walk
You ain’t in my lane,
You a side quest, respawn