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Miss Independent (feat. R2R Moe)

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(Uh, pop me Perc', got a power, uh, uh, yeah, PoWR up)

It's who I am, not who I wanna be (Oh-woah, oh, oh)
The shit you want that I don't care
to see, oh-woah (Oh, woah-woah-woah)
You make that call, you make
that call to me (You make that call)
If it's not yo' kitty, then I don't want a piece

Seat back on the plane
with the one champagne, yeah, I had to book that flight
You wanna do private jets
never take what I say on board
you ain't doing it right (Huh?)
I think I've been too polite
so nowadays I'm moving precise (Huh)
'Cause if love is a losing game
then you know I ain't losing twice (Never)
Trust, she wants to be my wife, my boo for life
I told her I'm too busy for thе bad vibes
I'm only comin' around if the mood is right (Trust)
Last time, shе made me spend my savings
who knows what I'm gonna do this time (Huh?)
I'm in boobytrap, my guy needs a visa
he's tryna choose his wife (Ha)
Leonardo DiCaprio, I brought sand to the beach
it's a movie tonight
Sexy

It's who I am, not who I wanna be (Oh-woah, oh, oh)
The shit you want that I don't care to see
oh-woah (Oh, woah-woah-woah)
You make that call, you make
that call to me (You make that call)
If it's not yo' kitty, then I don't want a piece

Brr, brr, sexy
She's got expensive taste
went Dover Street 'cause the ends is bait
Van Cleefer, we're back to her place tryin'
to beat them bail like a pending case
Looked at my phone, see bare missed calls
but I'm deeping sides, so my friends can wait (Ha)
How's she got me ignoring the G's?
Got a rudeboy taking walks on the beach
Supposed to be out there making P's
I'm here holdin' hands like Torvill and Dean (Aight)
Told my agent, "Talk is cheap"
But quarter mil' is my figure of speech (Greaze)
New pussy good, new pussy good
But the home pussy make you feel jiggy and sweet
Can't lie man, I gotta respect it still
She work hard, she got her own money
Miss Independent, pays the bills
Intelligence, sex appeal
I don't need a gun 'cause she's dressed to kill (Bap-bap)
Can't wait 'til we get to chill
Next birthday I might spend a mil'
Shit got hard and she kept it real
I never used to believe in love
then you showed me it's suttin' I'm meant to feel (Trust)
When I could do no wrong in your eyes
and you could never put a foot wrong in them heels (My guy)
Said some unforgivable things
and I'm still waitin' for them scars to heal
If I could rewind time, I'd do it all again
no lying, my darg, for real

It's who I am, not who I wanna be (Oh-woah, oh, oh)
And who are you to me?
The shit you want that I don't care
to see, oh-woah (Oh, woah-woah-woah
Your call has been forwarded to the automated voicemail)
You make that call, you make
that call to me (You make that call)
Tried to call, but, boy, you don't be pickin' up
If it's not yo' kitty, then I don't want a piece

Oh, baby

Compositores: Skepta, R2R Moe, PoWR Trav & Jorja Smith

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