This that Brooklyn shit
Bed-Stuy we in here
Gltttt
They gonna be mad at this one
Bad bitch with the jatty
Headshots like Gotti
Who really gonna stop me
Come through and body
Bad bitch in a foreign
Yves Saint like Laurent
Loubs on I'm flexing
Fessing up my exes
Give me the keys, ready to go
Gotta talk stacks to book me for a show
200K, my neck is on froze
Fire ass feets, still I want those
Shitting on these salty ass hoes
You know the mission
You know the M.O
Move like a boss but I live by the code
Tryna run down we gonna see how that go
Pulling up to the bando
Bad bitch in a Lambo
Weighing in how the grams go
Fronting like she ain't a fan though
But you follow me on the gram hoe
Thinking that I want her man though
I'm way ahead of the plan hoe
One call and that's handled
Had to come back with some foreign heat
Foreign bag with the foreign feets
KODs I'm blowing breesh
Switching lanes I'm such a beast
Got ya nigga open I'm such a tease
But he could never get next to me
For a feature no less than 3
Labels wanna invest in me
On point like a radar
Tell Prezzi call up AR
Overseas I stay far
Bitches stick to ya day job
Never pull up in the same car
Hands down I'm the slay God
Brooklyn made, ain't no fraud
Baddest bitch in my squad
Bad bitch with the jatty
Headshots like Gotti
Who really gonna stop me
Come through and body
Bad bitch in a foreign
Yves Saint like Laurent
Loubs on I'm flexing
Fessing up my exes
Bad bitch with the jatty
Who really gonna stop me
Bad bitch in a foreign
Yves Saint
Loubs on I'm flexing
Fessing up my exes
Fessing up my exes
Fessing up my exes
Fessing up my exes
Oh they gonna be mad at this one
Queen Mistique - Jatty Lyrics
Queen Mistique - Jatty Lyrics
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This that Brooklyn shit
Bed-Stuy we in here
Gltttt
They gonna be mad at this one
Bad bitch with the jatty
Headshots like Gotti
Who really gonna stop me
Come through and body
Bad bitch in a foreign
Yves Saint like Laurent
Loubs on I'm flexing
Fessing up my exes
Give me the keys, ready to go
Gotta talk stacks to book me for a show
200K, my neck is on froze
Fire ass feets, still I want those
Shitting on these salty ass hoes
You know the mission
You know the M.O
Move like a boss but I live by the code
Tryna run down we gonna see how that go
Pulling up to the bando
Bad bitch in a Lambo
Weighing in how the grams go
Fronting like she ain't a fan though
But you follow me on the gram hoe
Thinking that I want her man though
I'm way ahead of the plan hoe
One call and that's handled
Had to come back with some foreign heat
Foreign bag with the foreign feets
KODs I'm blowing breesh
Switching lanes I'm such a beast
Got ya nigga open I'm such a tease
But he could never get next to me
For a feature no less than 3
Labels wanna invest in me
On point like a radar
Tell Prezzi call up AR
Overseas I stay far
Bitches stick to ya day job
Never pull up in the same car
Hands down I'm the slay God
Brooklyn made, ain't no fraud
Baddest bitch in my squad
Bad bitch with the jatty
Headshots like Gotti
Who really gonna stop me
Come through and body
Bad bitch in a foreign
Yves Saint like Laurent
Loubs on I'm flexing
Fessing up my exes
Bad bitch with the jatty
Who really gonna stop me
Bad bitch in a foreign
Yves Saint
Loubs on I'm flexing
Fessing up my exes
Fessing up my exes
Fessing up my exes
Fessing up my exes
Oh they gonna be mad at this one
Bed-Stuy we in here
Gltttt
They gonna be mad at this one
Bad bitch with the jatty
Headshots like Gotti
Who really gonna stop me
Come through and body
Bad bitch in a foreign
Yves Saint like Laurent
Loubs on I'm flexing
Fessing up my exes
Give me the keys, ready to go
Gotta talk stacks to book me for a show
200K, my neck is on froze
Fire ass feets, still I want those
Shitting on these salty ass hoes
You know the mission
You know the M.O
Move like a boss but I live by the code
Tryna run down we gonna see how that go
Pulling up to the bando
Bad bitch in a Lambo
Weighing in how the grams go
Fronting like she ain't a fan though
But you follow me on the gram hoe
Thinking that I want her man though
I'm way ahead of the plan hoe
One call and that's handled
Had to come back with some foreign heat
Foreign bag with the foreign feets
KODs I'm blowing breesh
Switching lanes I'm such a beast
Got ya nigga open I'm such a tease
But he could never get next to me
For a feature no less than 3
Labels wanna invest in me
On point like a radar
Tell Prezzi call up AR
Overseas I stay far
Bitches stick to ya day job
Never pull up in the same car
Hands down I'm the slay God
Brooklyn made, ain't no fraud
Baddest bitch in my squad
Bad bitch with the jatty
Headshots like Gotti
Who really gonna stop me
Come through and body
Bad bitch in a foreign
Yves Saint like Laurent
Loubs on I'm flexing
Fessing up my exes
Bad bitch with the jatty
Who really gonna stop me
Bad bitch in a foreign
Yves Saint
Loubs on I'm flexing
Fessing up my exes
Fessing up my exes
Fessing up my exes
Fessing up my exes
Oh they gonna be mad at this one
Writer: Cedly Carter
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