Maiya The Don - Truth Is Freestyle lyrics
[Maiya The Don - Truth Is Freestyle lyrics]
Oh, yeah uh
(Malibu Babie, we can get it poppin') yeah
Big gun, big gun (And if the beat live
You know LilJu made it)
Truth is bitches still be trippin'
Over my last nigga outta season
Bitches puttin' on what I had on last winter
Truth is bitches twice my age
With half my bag
PSA to all these weak ass hoes, kiss my ass
(Mwah)
Fox fur draggin' on the floor
I bring the drama (Drama)
Fendi down
I'm the don feelin' like Monet Tejada (yeah)
I don't even post niggas on my page
And she still checkin'
Put me on a island I get ate
Like he meal preppin'
Comin' through with check
I swear these bands got me braggin' different
Fly me out the country
Make my titties and my ass different
Diamonds acrobatic on my neck
They be backflippin'
Bitches think they badder, but they fried
They be catfishin' beatin' 'round the bush
All that bully shit is a gimmick (Gimmick)
Don't trip
'cause if I decide to diss I'I I be specific
(yeah)
I been countin' up this cash for hours
My money long (Long)
I don't need to be a princess
(What?) , I would rather be the don (Big don)
Truth is bitches still be trippin'
Over my last nigga outta season
Bitches puttin' on what I had on last winter
Truth is bitches twice my age
With half my bag
PSA to all these weak ass hoes, kiss my ass
(Mwah)
Speakin' on my name, thinkin' I'm plain
This ain't that (Nah)
I'm paid, I don't get checked, I get checks
Ain't no tax (Tax)
I go platinum in my hood
Could give a fuck about them plaques
And these bitches know I been the influence
And that's way before I rapped (Facts)
I'm shittin' on these bitches
Need to put me in a diaper
I ain't really been feelin' none of
These hoes that ya hyped up (yeah)
In person
They energy ain't matchin' what they typed up
(Uh) pistol whip and pop a pussy, bitch
Don't get piped up
We ain't beefin', lil' ho, yeah
You just ain't rich enough
And for your birthday
Yo' boyfriend bought you a party bus
Your nigga loose in my DM
He need to tighten up (Tighten up)
Bitch must not know who I am
Needa enlighten her baby, pass that Don
I get neaky off the liquor (Liquor)
If I get that bottle, ho
You better watch your nigga (Get him)
If looks could kill
You know I'm drop-dead gorgeous
You Shade Room, you TMZ, you on-site
L'm Forbes list (Big don)
Truth is bitches still be trippin'
Over my last nigga outta season
Bitches puttin' on what I had on last winter
Truth is bitches twice my age
With half my bag
PSA to all these weak ass hoes, kiss my ass
(Mwah)
Speakin' on my name, thinkin' I'm plain
This ain't that (Bitch)
I'm paid, I don't get checked, I get checks
Ain't no tax (Bitch)
I go platinum in my hood
Could give a fuck about them plaques
And these bitches know I been the influence
And that's way before I rapped
Oh, yeah big don, bitch
(Malibu Babie, we can get it poppin') yeah
Big gun, big gun (And if the beat live
You know LilJu made it)
Truth is bitches still be trippin'
Over my last nigga outta season
Bitches puttin' on what I had on last winter
Truth is bitches twice my age
With half my bag
PSA to all these weak ass hoes, kiss my ass
(Mwah)
Fox fur draggin' on the floor
I bring the drama (Drama)
Fendi down
I'm the don feelin' like Monet Tejada (yeah)
I don't even post niggas on my page
And she still checkin'
Put me on a island I get ate
Like he meal preppin'
Comin' through with check
I swear these bands got me braggin' different
Fly me out the country
Make my titties and my ass different
Diamonds acrobatic on my neck
They be backflippin'
Bitches think they badder, but they fried
They be catfishin' beatin' 'round the bush
All that bully shit is a gimmick (Gimmick)
Don't trip
'cause if I decide to diss I'I I be specific
(yeah)
I been countin' up this cash for hours
My money long (Long)
I don't need to be a princess
(What?) , I would rather be the don (Big don)
Truth is bitches still be trippin'
Over my last nigga outta season
Bitches puttin' on what I had on last winter
Truth is bitches twice my age
With half my bag
PSA to all these weak ass hoes, kiss my ass
(Mwah)
Speakin' on my name, thinkin' I'm plain
This ain't that (Nah)
I'm paid, I don't get checked, I get checks
Ain't no tax (Tax)
I go platinum in my hood
Could give a fuck about them plaques
And these bitches know I been the influence
And that's way before I rapped (Facts)
I'm shittin' on these bitches
Need to put me in a diaper
I ain't really been feelin' none of
These hoes that ya hyped up (yeah)
In person
They energy ain't matchin' what they typed up
(Uh) pistol whip and pop a pussy, bitch
Don't get piped up
We ain't beefin', lil' ho, yeah
You just ain't rich enough
And for your birthday
Yo' boyfriend bought you a party bus
Your nigga loose in my DM
He need to tighten up (Tighten up)
Bitch must not know who I am
Needa enlighten her baby, pass that Don
I get neaky off the liquor (Liquor)
If I get that bottle, ho
You better watch your nigga (Get him)
If looks could kill
You know I'm drop-dead gorgeous
You Shade Room, you TMZ, you on-site
L'm Forbes list (Big don)
Truth is bitches still be trippin'
Over my last nigga outta season
Bitches puttin' on what I had on last winter
Truth is bitches twice my age
With half my bag
PSA to all these weak ass hoes, kiss my ass
(Mwah)
Speakin' on my name, thinkin' I'm plain
This ain't that (Bitch)
I'm paid, I don't get checked, I get checks
Ain't no tax (Bitch)
I go platinum in my hood
Could give a fuck about them plaques
And these bitches know I been the influence
And that's way before I rapped
Oh, yeah big don, bitch