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Why she dye her head ginger

Make me want to be her slave

Shawty colder than the winter

She can be my Atlanta brave

Worried about the girls on my Insta

Cut them off like finger waves

I'mma get the scissors

You the baddest of them all, no shade

Jill of all trades

Nashville made

Proud to be black

All Virgil shades

Ooh she so fly

Matching with her brain

Trying to match her swag

Shawty change the game

Face card worth a billion

Take her to the bank

Trying to ice you out

Got you on skating rinks

Trying to gas you up

Got me filling up ya tank

Got my attention didn't have to pay a thing

And she in her bag

Go Ms. Bag Lady

And she outside

Go Ms. Bad Baby

Got me obsessed

Whipped like Mercedes

Going out sad

If you not my baby