I Apologize Lyrics

I'm the hottest bitch in the city

Ain't no fire or flame fuckin' with me

No makeup, still pretty

Five star like Trina and Nicki

Been the shit

I ain't number two

Like all the faces on my money blue

Make bitches sick, think they got the flu

Get up off your knees for a better view

Y'all be on my dick

If I had a dick you'd make the cum come quick

Y'all switch niggas more than I switch kicks

Group of 3 hoes, you should rang St. Nick

Sonned a few bitches

No shade

People be acting

Charades

They don't be who they seem to be

I can guarantee

You would win an Oscar not just be a nominee

But really they anomalies

Weird niggas tryna be someone they'd never be

Living everyday like Halloween

Mask on when you leave the crib, hop on the scene

Now you doing shit you'd never do

You know scary niggas be the first one to shoot

And they be the main ones who don't have a clue

Do the same lame shit just cause your niggas do

Y'all need guidance

I lead the way for the blinded

Tryna pave the way for these niggas

Make a way for these niggas who misguided

I'm tryna help 'em out

Like a lifeguard, save 'em

Help 'em stay out the streets that raised 'em

Pray for life cause I know just where they came from

I put on for my city

On on

My shit homegrown in my city

Grown grown

I seen some clones in my city

So I gotta get gone from my city

So I can put on in other places

Ain't setting no limitations

Peep the hate through observation

Don't look for congratulations

And I'm all for education

This bout generational wealth

I pray for generational health

But y'all not looking that in depth

I'm different

I stand out

Even in a straight line I stand out

I heard

Gimme got shot

I ain't a needy lil bitch

Fuck a handout

And I ain't standin' with my hands out

Lookin' like the Gross Sisters, I'm too proud

Let me tell you what I'm really bout

It's about to go down

In my Off-Whites, but they blue

And them hunnids in my pockets, yeah they blue too

Seen your nigga try to holla from a distance

Connect with the baddest

Yeah that's Bluetooth

If I was you, I would be mad too

But I turned him down bitch, so you mad at who

Now I hear your saying fuck me

Well if it's fuck me

Then it's fuck you too

I don't even do this lil petty ass shit

Back to me

If a nigga can't only be for me

Then I send him back to the streets

And I'm focused back on my green

Mary Jane and Ben Franklin

Haaaa, yeah

Let me stop playing

I can't stand a flexing ass nigga

Come to me with cash in hand

And I will diss ya

Like what the fuck I look like

A gold digger

Nigga I am the gold, and bitch I glitter

That lil rack you showed

It made me snicker

My pockets and my bank account bigger

Separately, yeah

Respectfully, yeah

Lil nigga you ain't fuckin' with me

You ain't fuckin' with this

Fuck around get dissed

I'm just like candy too good to resist

I smell like candy

Make him wanna get a lick

He a dog off the leash, you should call Michael Vick

And I know that he a dog

He a nigga got a dick

And I'm talkin' in his pants

I ain't talkin' bout a stick

But it's one thing he can't get

And that's this bitch

Haha

Yeah, uh, and that's this bitch

He can cross me off of his wishlist