They like Jazzy where you been
I been stacking, Got my funds up
Word around town you broke the code and now you switchin up
Guess I'm really her. Most hated but yall know I don't give no f*cks
She been trying her hardest to be me
But she still runner up
Finna drop like back to back
Return of the baddest mack
Hoe dun stole my whole playbook
Bet imma take it back
Bitch I'm really her
The city know
That's why I'm still untouched
Acting really dummy on the gram
Watch imma shut her up
Since when you get cut like this
Bitch I been hard
Biting the hand that feed you
You gon starve before you start
I been all around the globe and still ain't met no bitch like me
They gon try clone me
When they hear me on this beat
Yea
Yea
Bitch I'm really her
Yea
Yea
Bitch I'm really her
Yea
Yea
Bitch I'm really her
They gon try to clone me when they hear me on this beat
Yea
I might
Chop him down then put em' in the attic
Put em' in the attic
Come for me I take yo head lil bitch that's tragic
Too damn tragic
Hoes on the gram tryna pop like me I'm too erratic
Yea yea
I put a chain on a tee I call that shit high fashion
I been the hardest MC out f*ck wrong with bitches
They been tryna watch my moves
I guess I'm really on to bitches
Hit my blunt and then I ash
I burnt a bridge I'm on to riches
All that dirt around your neck
Can get you mopped my tone to bitches
Wet yea
You cannot f*cking finesse cause I been a P
My nigga you know what it is
These bitches will f*ck for the brand
Some sex symbol she sale it to pay all her bills
Told him to look from behind cause she finna throw it
She throw it she giving a thrill
All my niggas lined up
I don't gotta f*ck but bet you they making a spill
Yea yea
Bet you they making a spill
She throw it back she giving a thrill
Bet you they making a spill huh
Bet you they making a spill huh
Yea yea
Is you a fan or fan hoe
Ms. pop it be popping shit back to back
It look like you do what you can hoe
Big prezi wrist lit like a scandal
Known to get shit lit like a candle
Known to get a bitch dusted like a mantel
I mix my designer, the dolce gabbana , Louis bag , Dior Sandle
How you let Reb take yo plate and eat the crumbs too
Your bitch a bum and you're a bum too
Sucka Free she tryna clone me
Your bitch is dumb and you are dumb too
I collect when I walk in
You hear them bird bitches hawking and hawking
Knock out a verse Rebel known for the talking
6 figure Reb body bitches no coffin
I need like three of em
Ion want your nigga he a peion hoe
This shit prime time like Deion hoe
Make a bitch get down like rerun
And when it come to these rap bitches i can't see one hoe
I be in the club dark shades like Gabby
And I dare a young nigga to grab me
Reach for my chain thats gone be the last reach you reach
Ima send a bitch straight to her granny
Popping tags popping shit
I'll pop my nigga pop a bitch
Bad bitch copping fits
Bad bitch copping fits
Balling bitch hear the swish
When I'm done i show my wrist
All my niggas really rich
Broke niggas make itch
Ew
JazzyfromMemphis - Really Her (feat. Rage Harajuku & Rebel Rebel) Lyrics
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They like Jazzy where you been
I been stacking, Got my funds up
Word around town you broke the code and now you switchin up
Guess I'm really her. Most hated but yall know I don't give no f*cks
She been trying her hardest to be me
But she still runner up
Finna drop like back to back
Return of the baddest mack
Hoe dun stole my whole playbook
Bet imma take it back
Bitch I'm really her
The city know
That's why I'm still untouched
Acting really dummy on the gram
Watch imma shut her up
Since when you get cut like this
Bitch I been hard
Biting the hand that feed you
You gon starve before you start
I been all around the globe and still ain't met no bitch like me
They gon try clone me
When they hear me on this beat
Yea
Yea
Bitch I'm really her
Yea
Yea
Bitch I'm really her
Yea
Yea
Bitch I'm really her
They gon try to clone me when they hear me on this beat
Yea
I might
Chop him down then put em' in the attic
Put em' in the attic
Come for me I take yo head lil bitch that's tragic
Too damn tragic
Hoes on the gram tryna pop like me I'm too erratic
Yea yea
I put a chain on a tee I call that shit high fashion
I been the hardest MC out f*ck wrong with bitches
They been tryna watch my moves
I guess I'm really on to bitches
Hit my blunt and then I ash
I burnt a bridge I'm on to riches
All that dirt around your neck
Can get you mopped my tone to bitches
Wet yea
You cannot f*cking finesse cause I been a P
My nigga you know what it is
These bitches will f*ck for the brand
Some sex symbol she sale it to pay all her bills
Told him to look from behind cause she finna throw it
She throw it she giving a thrill
All my niggas lined up
I don't gotta f*ck but bet you they making a spill
Yea yea
Bet you they making a spill
She throw it back she giving a thrill
Bet you they making a spill huh
Bet you they making a spill huh
Yea yea
Is you a fan or fan hoe
Ms. pop it be popping shit back to back
It look like you do what you can hoe
Big prezi wrist lit like a scandal
Known to get shit lit like a candle
Known to get a bitch dusted like a mantel
I mix my designer, the dolce gabbana , Louis bag , Dior Sandle
How you let Reb take yo plate and eat the crumbs too
Your bitch a bum and you're a bum too
Sucka Free she tryna clone me
Your bitch is dumb and you are dumb too
I collect when I walk in
You hear them bird bitches hawking and hawking
Knock out a verse Rebel known for the talking
6 figure Reb body bitches no coffin
I need like three of em
Ion want your nigga he a peion hoe
This shit prime time like Deion hoe
Make a bitch get down like rerun
And when it come to these rap bitches i can't see one hoe
I be in the club dark shades like Gabby
And I dare a young nigga to grab me
Reach for my chain thats gone be the last reach you reach
Ima send a bitch straight to her granny
Popping tags popping shit
I'll pop my nigga pop a bitch
Bad bitch copping fits
Bad bitch copping fits
Balling bitch hear the swish
When I'm done i show my wrist
All my niggas really rich
Broke niggas make itch
Ew
I been stacking, Got my funds up
Word around town you broke the code and now you switchin up
Guess I'm really her. Most hated but yall know I don't give no f*cks
She been trying her hardest to be me
But she still runner up
Finna drop like back to back
Return of the baddest mack
Hoe dun stole my whole playbook
Bet imma take it back
Bitch I'm really her
The city know
That's why I'm still untouched
Acting really dummy on the gram
Watch imma shut her up
Since when you get cut like this
Bitch I been hard
Biting the hand that feed you
You gon starve before you start
I been all around the globe and still ain't met no bitch like me
They gon try clone me
When they hear me on this beat
Yea
Yea
Bitch I'm really her
Yea
Yea
Bitch I'm really her
Yea
Yea
Bitch I'm really her
They gon try to clone me when they hear me on this beat
Yea
I might
Chop him down then put em' in the attic
Put em' in the attic
Come for me I take yo head lil bitch that's tragic
Too damn tragic
Hoes on the gram tryna pop like me I'm too erratic
Yea yea
I put a chain on a tee I call that shit high fashion
I been the hardest MC out f*ck wrong with bitches
They been tryna watch my moves
I guess I'm really on to bitches
Hit my blunt and then I ash
I burnt a bridge I'm on to riches
All that dirt around your neck
Can get you mopped my tone to bitches
Wet yea
You cannot f*cking finesse cause I been a P
My nigga you know what it is
These bitches will f*ck for the brand
Some sex symbol she sale it to pay all her bills
Told him to look from behind cause she finna throw it
She throw it she giving a thrill
All my niggas lined up
I don't gotta f*ck but bet you they making a spill
Yea yea
Bet you they making a spill
She throw it back she giving a thrill
Bet you they making a spill huh
Bet you they making a spill huh
Yea yea
Is you a fan or fan hoe
Ms. pop it be popping shit back to back
It look like you do what you can hoe
Big prezi wrist lit like a scandal
Known to get shit lit like a candle
Known to get a bitch dusted like a mantel
I mix my designer, the dolce gabbana , Louis bag , Dior Sandle
How you let Reb take yo plate and eat the crumbs too
Your bitch a bum and you're a bum too
Sucka Free she tryna clone me
Your bitch is dumb and you are dumb too
I collect when I walk in
You hear them bird bitches hawking and hawking
Knock out a verse Rebel known for the talking
6 figure Reb body bitches no coffin
I need like three of em
Ion want your nigga he a peion hoe
This shit prime time like Deion hoe
Make a bitch get down like rerun
And when it come to these rap bitches i can't see one hoe
I be in the club dark shades like Gabby
And I dare a young nigga to grab me
Reach for my chain thats gone be the last reach you reach
Ima send a bitch straight to her granny
Popping tags popping shit
I'll pop my nigga pop a bitch
Bad bitch copping fits
Bad bitch copping fits
Balling bitch hear the swish
When I'm done i show my wrist
All my niggas really rich
Broke niggas make itch
Ew
Writer: Jayde Jones, Lanekeya Maeweather
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: JazzyfromMemphis
Language: English
Length: 2:54
Written by: Jayde Jones, Lanekeya Maeweather