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Lakeyah – From The Bottom Lyrics

From The Bottom Lyrics – Lakeyah

(Ayy, Heavy, turn the beat up, though)

Came from the bottom, now we up like attic
Just walked in the jeweler and bust down a Patek
Was down to my last, now I’m livin’ lavish
Now I do foreigns when I’m out in traffic (Damn)
I swear this shit feel like magic (VoilĂ )
Different colors in the chain (Tada)
I tap the gas, that bitch, it go (Bye-bye)
Broke bitches talkin’, ain’t sayin’ (Nada)

I thought I told all you bitches I’m with it (With it)
No, I’m not lettin’ up off of you niggas (Nah, nah)
My foot on the gas, I been on they ass (Uh-huh)
Bitch, I got on, now I’m makin’ ’em feel it
Poppin’ my shit, that lil’ bitch be trippin’ (Yeah)
Started on IG, I’m makin’ a livin’ (Rich)
These bitches be streamin’ my shit just to hate off the rip
Off these bitches, I’m makin’ a killing, yeah (Bitch, I’m poppin’)
My life a movie, these hoes gon’ watch it (They watch it)
New drip on, you hoes can’t cop it (Can’t cop it)
Ice on ice, my wrist game hockey (Ice)
Switch my nigga when I please, that’s options
Might be toxic
But a bitch this bad can’t never be locked in
Whatever I want, lil’ bitch, I’m coppin’
I ain’t tryna bag no nigga ‘less he takin’ me shoppin’, bitch

Came from the bottom, now we up like attic
Just walked in the jeweler and bust down a Patek
Was down to my last, now I’m livin’ lavish
Now I do foreigns when I’m out in traffic (Damn)
I swear this shit feel like magic (VoilĂ )
Different colors in the chain (Tada)
I tap the gas, that bitch, it go (Bye-bye)
Broke bitches talkin’, ain’t sayin’ (Nada)

Bitch, I’m different
I’m in my bag, won’t catch no feelings (Nah, nah)
Whatever I rap, lil’ bitch, I’m livin’ (I am)
Cartier wrist off the LV wristlet (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I’m gifted
Slim lil’ bitch look just like Jada (Pinkett)
Serve straight looks, but I ain’t no waiter (Yeah)
Real pimp shit, I keep shit player (I do)
That boy an eater, this pussy gon’ cater
Give him right back if he stressin’ me
I’m not your bitch, nigga, please stop textin’ me (Please)
I don’t like niggas who steady be pressin’ me
Ain’t got a check, then bitch, you ain’t checkin’ me (Huh?)
Niggas be hatin’, these bitches look jealousy (Yeah)
Been poppin’ my shit, no, you can’t get ahead of me (Not at all)
Keyah the G.O.A.T., lil’ bitch, you could never be
Bitches ain’t fuckin’ with me, respectfully

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