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