My fault I’ll agree
b#tch, b#tch, brrup, yea
I been doing good
I wish a b#tch would
b#tch talk to me like what?
b#tch talk to me nicely
I’m sure dat ya daddy wo-would, like me
Throw ’em a bone ol boy like spike lee
I’m more like spike jonze, this sprite feels like water
Coulda shoulda woulda uh sucked my wood
Applaud her for being such a good lil wh#re
My fault og, my fat butt don’t fit in deez jeans, my french toast sweet, I got like a B in french class, u still got sumn between in yo teeth, and don’t call me twin cuz u ain’t like me, seriously, its been a year and u still can’t rap like me
Bad like me throw it back like me throw it back like mе, yea
Hellooo
I know you’rе behind the door
No, no door here, bye
They wanna get like me but don’t piss like me wanna strut like me lil sl#t wearin Abercrombie and b#tch, broke off switches, broke off the safety lock, burned off some bridges, hit a troll in the britches, been waiting in the bushes, just learnin’ while doin dishes, hittin’ my head on the ceiling fan tryna find out how many lightbulbs does it take to change a man
La do daaa, la do daaa, ooh
I must be just a fool, ah oh oh
Act like I don’t got this sh#t figured out
Act like I don’t got a statue of myself in the middle of my house y’all some humina humina hoopla, mumblin’ n talkin allat rara, me I’m, bussin shots at ya meemaw, gettin fat like ceelo, sea green bag like key lime, tennis court b#tch get me off I finna up dis choppa dat roppa dat roppa dat brrat, dat brrat
Ridin’ round town, wrist iss so heavy, it weigh some pounds, tryna talk down on my #ss, I can’t stand these b#tches, I’m in the frying pan butter splatterin on yo gown, I’m cookin’ up them shrimpies
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