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Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano? If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo I be runnin' all this shit like I'm runnin' presidential I can rap on any beat, just turn on an instrumental Like, damn, why bitches pressin' my piano? If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo I be runnin' all this shit like I'm runnin' presidential I can rap on any beat, just turn on an instrumental Damn, why bitches pressin' on my keys? Say he tryna do the birds that be comin' with the bees If you wanna do a race, then I'm winnin' with the ease I be walkin' 'round his house, you be ridin' on your knees I'm a bitch, I'm a freak seven days of the week (wow, wow, wow) They gon' bring me up in shit, but I'm in the bed sleep (yeah) If I tell her man a secret, it's a secret he gon' keep Ain't no faith in their relation, I'm just tryna -, I'm not finished! Throw it back, keep my peace, go on, give him some' to eat He be grinnin' really happy when he suckin' on my feet Sip my tea, push a P, all over the magazines Said it wasn't what it was, but it was what had to be Quarantine, real clean, washin' her like a machine I ain't fuckin' with these bitches, don't care if they fuck with me I'm a king, I'm a queen, and everything in between She a clout chaser chick, do anything for the streams (damn) Damn, why bitches pressin' my piano? If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo I be runnin' all this shit like I'm runnin' presidential I can rap on any beat, just turn on an instrumental Like, damn, why bitches pressin' my piano? If you think that you can rap, try to keep up with the tempo I be runnin' all this shit like I'm runnin' presidential I can rap on any beat, just turn on an instrumental Like, damn, why bitches pressin' my piano? Like, damn, why bitches pressin' my piano? (Damn, damn) Like, damn, why bitches pressin' my piano? I can rap on any beat, just turn on an instrumental Like