Letra de Lemme Get Some

You see I’m living cushy now you wanna try and crack
All pushy try’na get up in my pussy and smash
Ain’t fuckin’ with them fools and I ain’t cutting no slack
I’m Beyonce, independent woman, handle that!
Don’t stand for that, take him out with the trash
And if he wanna holla holla heard I holla back
No, Amanda Blank baby, got a track you should hear
‘nother fake up Frank going up all night in my ear, like

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No we’ve never met before and yes I’ve heard that line
Can I just chill without you getting all greedy from behind
I don’t care what you do, don’t give a fuck what you say
And no I can’t introduce you to M.I.A
‘cuz baby she don’t want you neither
No my girls don’t wanna meet ya
Breathing in my face
Your voice is getting louder than the speakers
I ain't in the biz of bullshit
I ain't with all that
I might be kinda fast but I ain't easy for a pass
You ain't rubbing on my ass and I ain't closing up your tab
You ain't gonna take me home and think I'm paying for your cab
Ain't gonna let you crash or let you get up in my stash
I don’t give it for blow and I ain't giving up my cash
I whip a mother fucker’s ass just for wasting my time
All up in my face and personal space with that line

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(Chuck Inglish)
That’s not a bag of tricks to bag you wit
That’s the bag for when I go camping and shit
I'm slick as the ruler like butter on the rood
And we try’na do roofin in the rain (snowboots?)
I'm saying don’t say it if you really don’t know it
You a hundred dollars short so the bank is foreclosing
See me, I ain't for all the modelling and posing
Seen ten of y’all before in the mall purse toting
Talking, jumping, laughing, oh
You coming to the show then watch imma
(shum shum?) this fuck here, he ma let me back stage
Where the cool kids go, I heard them niggas getting paid
Ah funny, no really that’s funny listen up
We ain't here to raise no dummy, try your luck here boo
You should roll a dice from... let the beat ride while I count my money

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