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Clothes worth thousands Just got back from London I'm a bitchass princess, making my own rules And you’re a fool You're a fool I like using boys as tools, and that's cool Looking really whorey in my Instagram story Skirt so short I can barely lean forward I’m a fool I'm a fool I'm a fool I'm a fool Young pop star I'm still killin' shit Worked my guts out So don't insinuate Judgin' by your face You done graduated Two, three models wanna fornicate I be all in the press Still y’all be sleepin’ on me They gon' pray ’til my death Yeah, I'mma ghost on 'em You know what I'm talkin’ 'bout Tailored suit, always ballin' out But you know where the chalk is, helpin' out Buncha drums, I'mma have to air 'em out! Clothes worth thousands Just got back from London I'm a bitchass princess, making my own rules And you're a fool You're a fool I like using boys as tools, and that's cool Looking really whorey in my Instagram story Skirt so short I can barely lean forward I'm a fool I'm a fool I'm a fool I'm a fool Look at my shine, it's a natural shine Look at my wine, it's natural wine Look at my dime, Goddamn she's fine Blonde hair, clear skin, thank God she's mine! Foolin' around Puttin' food on the table, came straight from the ground Farm the table, Bud and Mann Look at Lil' Bill, he's grown, Goddamn Some girl's on his cellphone, blowin' it up See the bottom only drips, see the grapes in the cup Thinkin' back, of bein' born and locks'd up Got the box office poppin' when I step in the club Choose to run outta wine Deal with the bread Any glass, pour a cloud like a cigarette, woah Young with an 80s East, French-talk in Limousines Sit back and watch a nigga get head, woah Clothes worth thousands Just got back from London I'm a bitchass princess, making my own rules And you're a fool You're a fool I like using boys as tools, and that's cool Looking really whorey in my Instagram story Skirt so short I can barely lean forward I'm a fool I'm a fool I'm a fool I'm a fool