Tyra Big Banks - NO PEASANTS ALLOWED

Tyra Big Banks who is real as her?
Lurking on my page getcho feelings hurt
If he outta line line em up perpendicular
Bitch I'm all about my dividens
Legal or illegal ima get it in
If he run off, let him keep it then
Fake friends, we don't deal with those, we get rid of em
Atleast a band just to post a pic
Make sure you get some angles from the back just to Make em sick
Big Bank Cosmetics on my lips i don't never miss
Trigger finger grip coochie gotta grip
Niggas run they lips but they not on shit
Give myself a kiss I go where I please
On the rocks please I ain't gotta feeze
Everything private I just want the breesh
When I pop out put him on a leash
My feet up but I'm still making bread you wouldn't even peep
Big banks I Pop my shit and here come the fleas
Paid in full everybody eats bon appetitè
I Built myself a table and I took a seat
If it ain't a mirror why would I compete?
If it ain't a mirror why would I compete?
Tyra Big banks who is real as her?
Lurking on my page getcho feelings hurt
If he outta line line em up perpendicular
Bitch I'm all about my dividens
Legal or illegal ima get it in
If he run off, let him keep it then
Fake friends, we don't deal with those, we get rid of em
Atleast a band just to post a pic

Written by:
Chatyra Cantave

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