I'm saying who told yall
Amerie would be back on the block
It's been a minute
But I see the fake has gotta stop
Six months, and yall done checked my style
Thinkin I was M.I.A., that's wishful thinking child
It's obvious to see
Chickens try to bite it
But they can't cop my delivery
My style, my aggression on the track
When yall chicks know yall wasn't singing like that, Yeah!
So let me break it down for ya
To the ground for ya
Go and chase that track
Pay a hundred stack
But you can't buy my sound
Can't take my flow
Can't bag my swag
NO, Nooo-ooo-ooo
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