Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Chris Birdd
Chris Birdd
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
christopher mizzi
christopher mizzi
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Chris Birdd
Chris Birdd
Produzent:in
LoveYouJJ
LoveYouJJ
Produzent:in
Raleigh Dunn
Raleigh Dunn
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Hey, c'mere lemme tell you sum Killing these hos bitch like REDRUM On my Trina shit they say I act a hoodlum When I walk toward, lick his lips, he wants some When I bend over, shake it like an earthquake Real raw bitch and I know he wanna taste Is that why he blow a bag at every mood switch? I be talking back like bad kids at movies So hot I turn rappers into groupies Hos ain't seein' me in any category I can't text your man back, I'm too important But he said your pussy smells like swordfish Here we go again I caught him sneak recording He post, imma sue his ass and take the Porsche, shit! It's gettin' annoying I see myself in the mirror I'm the fairest out Spots like a leopard, got a dangerous mouth One phone call, I'll have 'em walking you down Yeah, walking you down Nah, lemme chill out I'm too bad to be stressing, finna get me some mouth Crack that boy like an egg then I spread him around Tote the Glock 9 Got to, I'm a dime piece Number one in every top 5 like I'm Britney You can ask about me, none of these boys hit me Bitches sub me every day, I'm talking shots like 50 Yeah, oooh, she wanna be me! She a weirdo, she fanned out like a crack fiend Real pretty bare face, I ain't PC Hotel front desk bitches try to link me Call me in my room and try to see me Huh, it's getting wilder and wilder Spent a million on me and his wife's none the wiser He wanna see every angle with the lights on I'm a masterpiece like Aphrodite type jawn Helen of Troy, face launch a thousand ships And it's odee motherfuckers that is on my clit Say he wanna eat ice cream outta my thong I told him move around, I ain't going for it at all Date a dozen billionaires and NFL players But I'm still holding out for the big dawg I love him, I love him not That's how quick I change my mind when he play on my top I will never go out bad like all you other hos If he cross me, I am burning all his clothes You wanna be funny, we can both laugh Take the dream I be sold, and I sell it back Yeah Sell it back Yeah Sell it back Sell it back
Writer(s): Alexis Schneider Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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