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Song title: Lola Monroe - Wired

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(Verse)
I’m wired, let’s start a fire
Might choke a bitch out with a barbed wire
My attire say umpire
Whole lot of wealth I’ve acquired
But for now I’ll kick off the newbies
Barefooted and I’m let off the doogies
Money goes but this middle finger won’t
So I finger fuck the world and get my middle finger on
F down, insane so the list
Flip the coupe, to you the same
My slit game here like I’m too busy
Swallow as if you know who with the caine
See I got more nuts than payday
Who motherfucker? Come bitch better pay me
Head first like I skydive in it
And you know what it is when I drive by’s in it
Money money, money money
Where the fuck my money
Diamond, diamond, you know what what’s coming
The way my crew cut, they be at yo necks
Like a crew cut and you be at yo best
When it’s two left, but we don’t get fucked
We don’t get fucked, that’s when I shoot up

(Hook)
I’m just doing what I’m supposed to be doing
While I’m doing that you supposed be doing
Same things so you can go all the way through it
But you ain’t doing that ‘cus you hope that we going to bed
But believe me there ain’t no way
Just hate me while I’m livin the life
Hate me while I’m livin the life
Yea I be going hard, hard, hard
Hard, hard, hard

(Verse)
When bitches was struggling I was overseas hustling
I been overseas doubling
Now I’m over these customs in
‘Cus my ovaries bubbling
Tired of burping these bitches
I see my work in these bitches
Can’t see my worth in these bitches
Hold up, I get it now
I’ll never let another fake bitch give me pounds
So that’s just the kind I could throw, well my niggas will flip
My niggas are trips, they prick as the dicks
Straight assholes when they burstin off
And you go break yo neck like bust a call
So put yo hands where my eyes can see
Put ain’t gon see yo death like a prophecy
See I’m a rolling stone ‘cus of my rock star life
You a rolling in stone ‘cus you get rocks, throw a pipe
If money do the talkin my hoe wussup
When my star goes up yours cold, plummets
Work em like ginger oh yea
I kill em like Blanco
I’m talkin wake up 5 OJ and then go cop me a bronco