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• Artiste: Tierra Whack
• Titre: Stand Up
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Yeah, yeah Yeah Oh, will the real nigga please stand And all the fake sit down? Hold your head, hold your crown (Mm) Oh, will the real nigga please stand And all the fake sit down? Let me fix crown Mm, Big Whack 'cause I eat a lot Bitches always beggin' 'cause they need a lot Car came with instructions, I don't read a lot I come from the bottom, gotta feed the block, mm I don't need a chair, always come prepared I am like the mayor, I am not the mayor Gotta say a prayer 'fore I leave the house Coat hangin' off my shoulder, gotta see thе blouse, mm Helmut Lang, don't I look scrumptious? Mm He keep starin' at mе like he want this, mm Million dollar, you cannot afford If I wanted I could make the Forbes list, yeah, mm Dead, dead, dead, dead Dead, dead, dead, dead (And I just can't seem to understand) Dead, dead, dead, dead (Where you're comin' from, my brother) (I guess I'm just not like y'all) Yeah (Not like y'all) Oh, will the real nigga please stand And all the fake sit down? Hold your head, hold your crown (Mm) Oh, will the real nigga please stand And all the fake sit down? Let me fix crown I really only smile just to show my grill Rather have the skill than the sex appeal Signed a Lego deal just so I could build Hammer Time, baby, this is not a drill, mm Six feet, nigga, you ain't lookin' like Straight edge, hangin' with the crooked type First class, told Yeefy, "Book the flight" We are not the same, we just look alike, mm I can't trust a soul, got the guacamol' Lotta people bold, but in person, fold, mm You are not thurl, you're plastic, mm I am not the queen? Sarcastic, mm Dead, dead, dead, dead Dead, dead, dead, dead (And I just can't seem to understand) Dead, dead, dead, dead (Where you're comin' from, my brother) (I guess I'm just not like y'all) Yeah (Not like y'all) Oh, will the real nigga please stand And all the fake sit down? Hold your head, hold your crown (Mm) Oh, will the real nigga please stand And all the fake sit down? Let me fix crown