Lyrics
Where ya thought I was at
I had been working
Religious head from Doja Cat
Middle of the service
I don't know about y'all
But God make me kinda nervous
Shush my nephew up in church
Then I explain what a perk is
Can't blame me for shit
I'm just moving with the earth sis
Everybody talking foreign
My last bitch was Turkish
They calling me Jada picket
I had been a word smith
We out here defending bitches
Just blame it on the urges
She ain't did shit
And I ain't no bitch
Imma beat yo daddy ass
Leave that muhfucka with a lisp
Remember my presents
Christmas
She's not gonna fuck I promise
You deadass?
You deadass?
You ain't fucking me
You've been fucking my interest
Build like a brick house I should probably invest
Jay-Z of my community I aspire decisions
Showed y'all Dogecoin
That's twenty dollars to ya Pension
You could feed yo momma now
Cause I ain't coming down
Got feelings for this pedestal
Shit is too profound
Pato brought the edibles
Change that fucking style
Girl loves Thomas the train
All the homies got a round
Aye, I'm staying down
With these sounds
You tryna clown
But I see
Through your words
Wet t-shirts
Yeah that shit don't hurt
You're mad cause I got it
Projecting insecurities
You wish you had passion for something
For certain man, you should be
Worrying bout yourself (Uh huh)
Yeah my pockets got holes on holes
But my mind got wealth
I'm growing platforms
You're outdated with the norm
Cornpuff
Gotta stop gate keeping
Stanning all the average shit
When I'm on the beats I'm making
Dope shit, dope shit, dope shit (That right)
Dope shit, dope shit, dope shit (That right)
Acting like you know shit
You don't know shit (Know shit)
I was going through the motions
Them phonies acting bogus (Damn)
Now I'm on my own
Tryna get noticed like Mosey
Without the wild shit
Cause I don't put trust in nobody (Uh huh)
I'm making moves daily
There's something I've learned lately
Don't let a girl with no license drive you crazy
Grateful that I got my sunflower like Swae Lee (Uh)
I don't let no troll talk sway me, alright
Two Five been too live
Maelrose is on the rise (Uh huh)
My fans been waiting for more real shit to arrive
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Aye, bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
Aye, bitches ain't shit
Aye, bitches ain't shit
Aye bitches ain't
Dope shit, dope shit, dope shit (That right)
Dope shit, dope shit, dope shit (That right)
Dope shit, dope shit, dope shit (That right)
Dope shit, dope shit, dope shit (That right)
Dope shit, yuh
WRITERS
Bryson Rowe, Ishmael Sanchez
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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Sexual
