
Lyrics to Wake Up B*tch
Ode to the power and respect
Power, money, theft
Shuffle through the tower moments — flex
Morals you neglect
Watch 'em fall
Peep the shit
And play it cool
Like I'm a fly on the wall
Watching how these niggas lie
But I can't call it anyway
The tides will turn now — any day
Stack my cheddar for the spread
In case these crackas wanna play
'Cause bitch, I ain't been the one
Since the one met the one
Now they too with it — you get it
Act dumb and I'll take ya lil' ass to school with it
How fitting
You ain't tough as you say you is
You scared — and I know you is
Call me Tina, I square the biz
We ain't done 'til I say we is
Shit — nigga
All these labels is bullshit
All your heroes ain't bout shit
Government don't give a shit
It's a recession, they don't say it
But shit, I know it is
This shit depression, I don't say
But shit, I know it is
Confessions of a real bitch
It make a bitch feel real sick
When situations get real thick
And my niggas is real pissed
It's never a pot to put it in
The pockets is always paper thin
It's already hell we living in
The fuck is we talking 'bout some sin?
Shame
Shame
Shame
What are you afraid of?
What are you afraid of?
What are you afraid of?
What are you afraid of?
Power, money, theft
Shuffle through the tower moments — flex
Morals you neglect
Watch 'em fall
Peep the shit
And play it cool
Like I'm a fly on the wall
Watching how these niggas lie
But I can't call it anyway
The tides will turn now — any day
Stack my cheddar for the spread
In case these crackas wanna play
'Cause bitch, I ain't been the one
Since the one met the one
Now they too with it — you get it
Act dumb and I'll take ya lil' ass to school with it
How fitting
You ain't tough as you say you is
You scared — and I know you is
Call me Tina, I square the biz
We ain't done 'til I say we is
Shit — nigga
All these labels is bullshit
All your heroes ain't bout shit
Government don't give a shit
It's a recession, they don't say it
But shit, I know it is
This shit depression, I don't say
But shit, I know it is
Confessions of a real bitch
It make a bitch feel real sick
When situations get real thick
And my niggas is real pissed
It's never a pot to put it in
The pockets is always paper thin
It's already hell we living in
The fuck is we talking 'bout some sin?
Shame
Shame
Shame
What are you afraid of?
What are you afraid of?
What are you afraid of?
What are you afraid of?
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