This is another short. The new word for my short songs is shorty!

Be walking in the school in the morning. Looking at them good girls with that silent warning. My girl is always on my side. We filled with that high-topped pride. Nobody could beat us down. We the baddest chicks all around. We ain’t fake we real. I hope you understand and keep it sealed! Trouble makers in this house. With my new gold and sliver blouse. Blowing up them little fools. And playing with my new diamond jewels. Partying day and night. Everybody calls us tight. Limo limo where are you? Come pick me up and my best crew. Rolling on them wheels, high as a bird. She has gold grills, why you got to be a flirt? Don’t test us like its nothing new, I will mess you up with my homies crew. Us girls walkin down the street, High rollin’ Just stop

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