Testo D.I.Y - Bbymutha
Testo della canzone D.I.Y (Bbymutha), tratta dall'album Muthaz Day 3
Mommy, you so cute
Yeah, I want a chain, they wanna change me
I wanna party with Madonna, but that's probably where the lames be
I want a extra fucking row up in my backseat
I got the devil on my shoulder, he gon' gas me
I'm the realest bitch, I see the fake, I let it pass me
You don't get it, please stop acting like you with it
Fuck these niggas and they fancy ass weed, I like cocaine
Burning me alive and you just added extra propane
Pay for this exposure with my talents, not my pockets
Now my face all on the internet, my feelings in my locket
Niggas know that I'm a star, they wanna use me for they profit
Minimize my confidence and maximize they wallet
I ain't rich and I may never be
But baby I'd rather be broke than be a wannabe
They can't kill me, they can't clone me, only one of me
I don't believe in you bitches, I never needed you bitches
I got my fucking self
If rich gon' make me sell out like a bitch, then I don't want it
If lit gon' me drive me crazy, fuck it, baby, I don't want it
If rich gon' make me sell out like a bitch, then I don't want it
If lit gon' me drive me crazy, fuck it, baby, I don't want it
If rich gon' make me sell out like a bitch, then I don't want it
If lit gon' me drive me crazy, fuck it, baby, I don't want it
If rich gon' make me sell out like a bitch, then I don't want it
If lit gon' me drive me crazy, fuck it, baby, I don't want it
She think I'm lame, but that's okay, you gon' respect me
I could never ever let a titty baby check me
I got my niggas on my back, they gon' protect me
I protect my people and my art, guard it with my heart
Everybody ripping me apart, I can't explain it, yeah
I'm still a legend if I'm never fucking famous
You could shove your deals and dirt and all your contracts up your anus
If I lose, ain't no complaining, 'cause I lost because of me
Bbymutha, look at me and they see opportunity
Tryna come up off my struggle but they don't consider me
Tell me how to tell my story, they ain't live it, they ain't give me shit
They just know I'm way too fucking passionate to fucking quit
I ain't rich and I may never be
But baby I'd rather be broke than be a wannabe
Yeah, they can't change me, they can't hoe me, only one of me
I don't believe in you bitches, I never needed you bitches
I got my fucking self
If rich gon' make me sell out like a bitch, then I don't want it
If lit gon' me drive me crazy, fuck it, baby, I don't want it
If rich gon' make me sell out like a bitch, then I don't want it
If lit gon' me drive me crazy, fuck it, baby, I don't want it
If rich gon' make me sell out like a bitch, then I don't want it
If lit gon' me drive me crazy, fuck it, baby, I don't want it
If rich gon' make me sell out like a bitch, then I don't want it
If lit gon' me drive me crazy, fuck it, baby, I don't want it
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Writer(s): Brittnee Moore
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