(By)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get to my head
I don't care, I paint the town red
Bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get to my head
I don't care, I paint the town red
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel
She put her foot to the pedal
It'll take a whole lot for me to settle
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel
She put her foot to the pedal
It'll take a whole lot for me to settle (yeah, yeah)
Said, my happiness is all of your misery
I put good dick all in my kidneys
This Margiel' don't come with no jealousy
My illness don't come with no remedy
I am so much fun without Hennessy
They just want my love and my energy
You can't talk no shit without penalties
Bitch, I'm in yo' shit if you send for me
I'm going to glow up one more time
Trust me, I have magical foresight
You gon' see me sleepin' in courtside
You gon' see me eatin' ten more times
Ugh, you can't take that bitch nowhere
Ugh, I look better with no hair
Ugh, ain't no sign I can't smoke here
Ugh (yeah), gimme the chance and I'll go there
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get to my head
I don't care, I paint the town red
Bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get to my head
I don't care, I paint the town red
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel
She put her foot to the pedal
It'll take a whole lot for me to settle
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel
She put her foot to the pedal
It'll take a whole lot (yeah) for me to settle (yeah)
Said pop make money, now you try, bitch
You could use a revamp with a new vibe, sis
I don't need a big feature or a new sidekick
I don't need a new fan 'cause my boo like it
I don't need to wear a wig to make you like it
I'm a two-time bitch, you ain't knew I'd win?
Throw a shot like you tryna have a food fight then
All my opps waitin' for me to be you, I bet
Said I got drive, I don't need a car
Money really all that we fiendin' for
I'm doin' things they ain't seen before
Fans ain't dumb, but extremists are
I'm a demon lord
Fall off what? I ain't seen the horse
Called your bluff, better cite the source
Fame ain't somethin' that I need no more
'Cause, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get to my head
I don't care, I paint the town red
Bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get to my head
I don't care, I paint the town red
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel
She put her foot to the pedal
It'll take a whole lot for me to settle
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel
She put her foot to the pedal
It'll take a whole lot for me to settle
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
(Walk on by)
Doja Cat - Scarlet Album Lyrics
Doja Cat - Scarlet Lyrics
Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Burt Bacharach, Hal David, Isaac Earl Bynum, Karl Brutus, Karl Rubin, Ryan Buendia, Jean Baptiste
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Demons
(D.A. Got That Dope)
Yeah, ayy
Yeah, ayy
How my demons look (how them demons)
Now that my pockets full? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)
How my demons look (ayy, yeah)
Now that you bitches shook? (Bitch)
Yeah, how my demons look (ayy, yeah)
Now that my pockets full? (Yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah)
How my demons look (bitch, ayy)
Yeah, now that you bitches shook?
I am on to bigger things
I just bought a limousine (a limousine)
You live like me in your dreams (yes, you do)
I just quit the nicotine (I did)
If you throwin' dick at me (do it, nigga)
That shit should be big at least (do it, nigga)
Nigga, I'ma bring the heat
I'ma bring the cold (the cold)
You should bring your skis (brr)
I'm a f*ckin' queen (queen)
I am expeditiously (see it, bitch)
Are you off a key? (You off a key?)
I would never let you in my V.I.P
We are enemies, we are foes
Who are you and what are those?
You are gross
Percocet got you playing with your nose
Yeah, ayy
How my demons look (how them demons)
Now that my pockets full? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)
How my demons look (ayy, yeah)
Now that you bitches shook? (Bitch)
Yeah, how my demons look (ayy, yeah)
Now that my pockets full? (Yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah)
How my demons look (bitch, ayy)
Yeah, now that you bitches shook?
I'm a puppet, I'm a sheep, I'm a cash cow
I'm the fastest-growing bitch on all your apps now
You are tired of me 'cause I'm on your ass now
You are mad at me 'cause I am all they slap now
I can nap now
Lots of people that were sleeping say I rap now
Lots of people's hopes and dreams are finally trashed now
Lots of people say they met me in the past now
I done took the spotlight and made 'em black out
I done took the whole dick and blew my back out
I just swallowed all his kids and spit the class out
I take the trash out, mm
I'm finna cash out, uh
Bitch, do not pass out
Yeah, ayy
How my demons look (how them demons)
Now that my pockets full? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)
How my demons look (ayy, yeah)
Now that you bitches shook? (Bitch)
Yeah, how my demons look (ayy, yeah)
Now that my pockets full? (Yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah)
How my demons look (bitch, ayy)
Yeah, now that you bitches shook?
Yeah, ayy
Yeah, ayy
How my demons look (how them demons)
Now that my pockets full? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)
How my demons look (ayy, yeah)
Now that you bitches shook? (Bitch)
Yeah, how my demons look (ayy, yeah)
Now that my pockets full? (Yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah)
How my demons look (bitch, ayy)
Yeah, now that you bitches shook?
I am on to bigger things
I just bought a limousine (a limousine)
You live like me in your dreams (yes, you do)
I just quit the nicotine (I did)
If you throwin' dick at me (do it, nigga)
That shit should be big at least (do it, nigga)
Nigga, I'ma bring the heat
I'ma bring the cold (the cold)
You should bring your skis (brr)
I'm a f*ckin' queen (queen)
I am expeditiously (see it, bitch)
Are you off a key? (You off a key?)
I would never let you in my V.I.P
We are enemies, we are foes
Who are you and what are those?
You are gross
Percocet got you playing with your nose
Yeah, ayy
How my demons look (how them demons)
Now that my pockets full? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)
How my demons look (ayy, yeah)
Now that you bitches shook? (Bitch)
Yeah, how my demons look (ayy, yeah)
Now that my pockets full? (Yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah)
How my demons look (bitch, ayy)
Yeah, now that you bitches shook?
I'm a puppet, I'm a sheep, I'm a cash cow
I'm the fastest-growing bitch on all your apps now
You are tired of me 'cause I'm on your ass now
You are mad at me 'cause I am all they slap now
I can nap now
Lots of people that were sleeping say I rap now
Lots of people's hopes and dreams are finally trashed now
Lots of people say they met me in the past now
I done took the spotlight and made 'em black out
I done took the whole dick and blew my back out
I just swallowed all his kids and spit the class out
I take the trash out, mm
I'm finna cash out, uh
Bitch, do not pass out
Yeah, ayy
How my demons look (how them demons)
Now that my pockets full? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)
How my demons look (ayy, yeah)
Now that you bitches shook? (Bitch)
Yeah, how my demons look (ayy, yeah)
Now that my pockets full? (Yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah)
How my demons look (bitch, ayy)
Yeah, now that you bitches shook?
Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Christina Brittany Gandy-Rodgers, Danny T. Levin, David L. Doman
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Wet Vagina
Move out the way 'cause here come giants
Move like a goat 'cause bitches lion
Rick Owens, f*ck wit' new fine china
I bring the drip wit' wet vagina
I bring the drip wit' wet, shit (bring the drip wit', ayy)
I bring the drip wit' wet vagina (bring the drip wit')
I bring the drip wit' wet, yeah, shit (bring the drip wit') (yeah, yeah)
I bring the drip wit' wet vagina (yeah, yeah)
And I say that wit' my brand-new chest (said that with my brand new)
You ain't even got no muthaf*ckin' brand (no muthaf*ckin' brand)
I had to draw a long line in the sand (in the sand)
Now I see a lot of long lines at the venue (at the venue)
I just shut the block down, look at my estate
I just shut the Louis store down to be safe (whoa)
I just shut the Gucci store down to be safe (whoa)
I ain't even buy anything then I left (left, left, left)
I wanna have really, really, really rough sex
I been puttin' twenties in they titties on stage
Stroke it like he straight, but they think my nigga gay
We been makin' very many people upset, yeah
Move out the way 'cause here come giants
Move like a goat 'cause bitches lion
Rick Owens, f*ck wit' new fine china
I bring the drip wit' wet vagina
I bring the drip wit' wet, shit (bring the drip wit', ayy)
I bring the drip wit' wet vagina (bring the drip wit')
I bring the drip wit' wet, shit (bring the drip wit')
I bring the drip wit' wet vagina (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I live life like I got a cheat code
I don't shop anymore because I get free clothes (because I get free)
You can have a trophy, I no longer need those (I no longer need)
You can have her, homie, shorty got an ego
Tell me why ol' shorty walkin' like she got a stick in her ass, and
Pretty face plastic, it's givin' Kardashian
Agent 47, yeah, I'm giving assassin
Kick me out the Met, but I really run fashion
All that stressin' 'bout me has been giving you acne
Pass the popcorn 'cause I really like rap beef
I got hot songs, that's why everyone at me
I don't get involved, but my bitches get nasty
Move out the way 'cause here come giants
Move like a goat 'cause bitches lion
Rick Owens, f*ck wit' new fine china
I bring the drip wit' wet vagina
I bring the drip wit' wet, shit (bring the drip wit', ayy)
I bring the drip wit' wet vagina (bring the drip wit')
I bring the drip wit' wet, shit (bring the drip wit')
I bring the drip wit' wet vagina (vagina)
Move like a goat 'cause bitches lion
Rick Owens, f*ck wit' new fine china
I bring the drip wit' wet vagina
I bring the drip wit' wet, shit (bring the drip wit', ayy)
I bring the drip wit' wet vagina (bring the drip wit')
I bring the drip wit' wet, yeah, shit (bring the drip wit') (yeah, yeah)
I bring the drip wit' wet vagina (yeah, yeah)
And I say that wit' my brand-new chest (said that with my brand new)
You ain't even got no muthaf*ckin' brand (no muthaf*ckin' brand)
I had to draw a long line in the sand (in the sand)
Now I see a lot of long lines at the venue (at the venue)
I just shut the block down, look at my estate
I just shut the Louis store down to be safe (whoa)
I just shut the Gucci store down to be safe (whoa)
I ain't even buy anything then I left (left, left, left)
I wanna have really, really, really rough sex
I been puttin' twenties in they titties on stage
Stroke it like he straight, but they think my nigga gay
We been makin' very many people upset, yeah
Move out the way 'cause here come giants
Move like a goat 'cause bitches lion
Rick Owens, f*ck wit' new fine china
I bring the drip wit' wet vagina
I bring the drip wit' wet, shit (bring the drip wit', ayy)
I bring the drip wit' wet vagina (bring the drip wit')
I bring the drip wit' wet, shit (bring the drip wit')
I bring the drip wit' wet vagina (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I live life like I got a cheat code
I don't shop anymore because I get free clothes (because I get free)
You can have a trophy, I no longer need those (I no longer need)
You can have her, homie, shorty got an ego
Tell me why ol' shorty walkin' like she got a stick in her ass, and
Pretty face plastic, it's givin' Kardashian
Agent 47, yeah, I'm giving assassin
Kick me out the Met, but I really run fashion
All that stressin' 'bout me has been giving you acne
Pass the popcorn 'cause I really like rap beef
I got hot songs, that's why everyone at me
I don't get involved, but my bitches get nasty
Move out the way 'cause here come giants
Move like a goat 'cause bitches lion
Rick Owens, f*ck wit' new fine china
I bring the drip wit' wet vagina
I bring the drip wit' wet, shit (bring the drip wit', ayy)
I bring the drip wit' wet vagina (bring the drip wit')
I bring the drip wit' wet, shit (bring the drip wit')
I bring the drip wit' wet vagina (vagina)
Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fuck The Girls (FTG)
F*ck the girls
They ain't wit' me then they wit' me, so
F*ck the girls
I don't need 'em, I'm too pretty, so
F*ck the girls
Every region, every city
The whole damn world stay sayin', "F*ck the girls"
F*ck the girls
They ain't wit' me then they wit' me, so
F*ck the girls
I don't need 'em, I'm too pretty, so
F*ck the girls
Every region, every city
The whole damn world stay sayin', "F*ck the girls"
Who dare ride my new Versace coattails?
You can't buy none that if it was wholesale
They wan' pull out cameras at hotels
Sell that shit for a dime, I pay they whole bills
You sold ten autographs for the utilities
Y'all take credit bypassing my abilities
You just here by proxy, you ain't feelin' me (yeah)
Girls don't let girls live, but that ain't killing me
Now, f*ck you, ho
You need a cookie 'cause you hatin', I could stuff you, ho
I'm just so grateful you a patron, I don't love you hoes
You worship everything you couldn't be, smokin' that Regina
Becoming all that you shouldn't be
F*ck the girls
They ain't wit' me then they wit' me, so
F*ck the girls
I don't need 'em, I'm too pretty, so
F*ck the girls
Every region, every city
The whole damn world stay sayin', "F*ck the girls"
F*ck the girls
They ain't wit' me then they wit' me, so
F*ck the girls
I don't need 'em, I'm too pretty, so
F*ck the girls
Every region, every city
The whole damn world stay sayin', "F*ck the girls"
Said suck my dick, clit, tits, I'm yellin', "Six, six, six"
I can't believe how bold, you think the line's that thin
I'm gettin' rich, rich, rich
How many lick, lick, licks
Is it gon' take to feel the barrel of my-?
Now what the heck, darn, frick? Y'all want attention
Since when was y'all my bastard children? Go 'head and raise y'all self
Come get ya bad-ass kids, no need to mention
I been sittin' on that thought for a minute, now I got time for a minute
I'm never poppin' no shit
I focus most on my craft, I stay on top of my shit
But y'all done got me convinced that I'm the popularist
That's why you watchin' my moves
So check the time on ya wrist, that's why my mama said
F*ck the girls
They ain't wit' me then they wit' me, so
F*ck the girls
I don't need 'em, I'm too pretty, so
F*ck the girls
Every region, every city
The whole damn world stay sayin', "F*ck the girls"
F*ck the girls
They ain't wit' me then they wit' me, so
F*ck the girls
I don't need 'em, I'm too pretty, so
F*ck the girls
Every region, every city
The whole damn world stay sayin', "F*ck the girls"
They ain't wit' me then they wit' me, so
F*ck the girls
I don't need 'em, I'm too pretty, so
F*ck the girls
Every region, every city
The whole damn world stay sayin', "F*ck the girls"
F*ck the girls
They ain't wit' me then they wit' me, so
F*ck the girls
I don't need 'em, I'm too pretty, so
F*ck the girls
Every region, every city
The whole damn world stay sayin', "F*ck the girls"
Who dare ride my new Versace coattails?
You can't buy none that if it was wholesale
They wan' pull out cameras at hotels
Sell that shit for a dime, I pay they whole bills
You sold ten autographs for the utilities
Y'all take credit bypassing my abilities
You just here by proxy, you ain't feelin' me (yeah)
Girls don't let girls live, but that ain't killing me
Now, f*ck you, ho
You need a cookie 'cause you hatin', I could stuff you, ho
I'm just so grateful you a patron, I don't love you hoes
You worship everything you couldn't be, smokin' that Regina
Becoming all that you shouldn't be
F*ck the girls
They ain't wit' me then they wit' me, so
F*ck the girls
I don't need 'em, I'm too pretty, so
F*ck the girls
Every region, every city
The whole damn world stay sayin', "F*ck the girls"
F*ck the girls
They ain't wit' me then they wit' me, so
F*ck the girls
I don't need 'em, I'm too pretty, so
F*ck the girls
Every region, every city
The whole damn world stay sayin', "F*ck the girls"
Said suck my dick, clit, tits, I'm yellin', "Six, six, six"
I can't believe how bold, you think the line's that thin
I'm gettin' rich, rich, rich
How many lick, lick, licks
Is it gon' take to feel the barrel of my-?
Now what the heck, darn, frick? Y'all want attention
Since when was y'all my bastard children? Go 'head and raise y'all self
Come get ya bad-ass kids, no need to mention
I been sittin' on that thought for a minute, now I got time for a minute
I'm never poppin' no shit
I focus most on my craft, I stay on top of my shit
But y'all done got me convinced that I'm the popularist
That's why you watchin' my moves
So check the time on ya wrist, that's why my mama said
F*ck the girls
They ain't wit' me then they wit' me, so
F*ck the girls
I don't need 'em, I'm too pretty, so
F*ck the girls
Every region, every city
The whole damn world stay sayin', "F*ck the girls"
F*ck the girls
They ain't wit' me then they wit' me, so
F*ck the girls
I don't need 'em, I'm too pretty, so
F*ck the girls
Every region, every city
The whole damn world stay sayin', "F*ck the girls"
Writer: Amala Dlamini, Amil Raja, Eliot Dubock, Kurtis McKenzie, Michael Orabiyi
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Ouchies
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you stupid, stinky
Yeah, you stupid, stinky (we got London on the track)
Yeah
Let me get it started
Round one, fight
Round two, ice
Round three, bye (bitch)
Let me get it started
Yeah, round one, fight (fight)
Round two, ice
Round three, bye
Okay
I don't mean to instigate
Y'all really phone it in with the music lately
I don't need another hit 'cause it's useless really
I ain't lookin' good? You hallucinating
Every time I hear 'em talk I assume they crazy
You could open up for me, who are you? First lady?
Shut it down, mid-show tell 'em, "F*ck you, pay me"
That's a new Mercedes, I am graduating (yeah)
Let me get it started
Round one, fight (fight)
Round two, ice (put 'em up)
Round three, bye (put 'em up, put 'em up)
Let me get it started (bitch, come on)
Yeah, round one, fight (louder)
Round two, ice (yeah)
Round three, bye (yeah, said)
Yeah, and it's so much ice (so much)
She wanna hit me, I said no Mike Tyson (no Mike)
In 2050 they won't know you, Otis (uh-uh)
A hunnid billies, I'm the G.O.A.T., no Eilish (yeah)
You full of Remy, now your face look tired (yeah)
Used to be the baby ma, you Marten now
You gon' need another doc, can't talk me down
You better pick her up 'cause hoes brawlin' now
So come buck up
Let me get it started (yeah)
Round one, fight (let's go)
Round two, ice (ayy)
Round three, bye (thought you did something)
Let me get it started (bitch)
Yeah, round one, fight (yeah)
Round two, ice
Round three, bye (let me try it again)
(Yeah)
Crusty, musty, dusty
Don't you ever, ever
In your life
Come for me
Yeah, you stupid, stinky
Yeah, you stupid, stinky (we got London on the track)
Yeah
Let me get it started
Round one, fight
Round two, ice
Round three, bye (bitch)
Let me get it started
Yeah, round one, fight (fight)
Round two, ice
Round three, bye
Okay
I don't mean to instigate
Y'all really phone it in with the music lately
I don't need another hit 'cause it's useless really
I ain't lookin' good? You hallucinating
Every time I hear 'em talk I assume they crazy
You could open up for me, who are you? First lady?
Shut it down, mid-show tell 'em, "F*ck you, pay me"
That's a new Mercedes, I am graduating (yeah)
Let me get it started
Round one, fight (fight)
Round two, ice (put 'em up)
Round three, bye (put 'em up, put 'em up)
Let me get it started (bitch, come on)
Yeah, round one, fight (louder)
Round two, ice (yeah)
Round three, bye (yeah, said)
Yeah, and it's so much ice (so much)
She wanna hit me, I said no Mike Tyson (no Mike)
In 2050 they won't know you, Otis (uh-uh)
A hunnid billies, I'm the G.O.A.T., no Eilish (yeah)
You full of Remy, now your face look tired (yeah)
Used to be the baby ma, you Marten now
You gon' need another doc, can't talk me down
You better pick her up 'cause hoes brawlin' now
So come buck up
Let me get it started (yeah)
Round one, fight (let's go)
Round two, ice (ayy)
Round three, bye (thought you did something)
Let me get it started (bitch)
Yeah, round one, fight (yeah)
Round two, ice
Round three, bye (let me try it again)
(Yeah)
Crusty, musty, dusty
Don't you ever, ever
In your life
Come for me
Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
97
Pull up in the '97 Benz (baby, get up in)
Sexy with that fire truck red (with the windows tinted)
Smokin' while I cruise through the valley (you so ignorant)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a)
Yeah, I ain't got no skeletons in my luxury walk-in
They ain't know I'm innocent, baby, look who is talkin'
They ain't even ready spaghetti, baby, they sauceless
Speedin' through the city, we medicated the horses
You could hit up PETA., the paint on me make me gorgeous
I'ma take the geese and chinchilla coat on a walk and
Don't forget the cheetah print, speed up, come here, record it
If that shit ain't bleedin' and screamin' I do not want it
Take it back
Pull up in the '97 Benz (baby, get up in)
Sexy with that fire truck red (with the windows tinted)
Smokin' while I cruise through the valley (you so ignorant)
Looks like we don't give a (looks like we don't give a shit)
Said looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a)
Yeah, said if these are clothes, motherf*cker, what are those?
You look like a butter face, butter body, butter toes
I put Can't Believe It on my early morning butter toast
Y'all cannot believe I'm not a fiend and that it wasn't coke
You look so uncomfortable
You could have a seat and several hundred mo'
Hop up off my D just like a bunny go
Hop up out the scene and now they want it mo', I don't know
I like when they plead and beggin', "Please, now where the f*ck is Doj'?"
Pull up and they smiley instead (actin' stupid)
Like they wasn't tryna fight me in Threads ('bout some music)
In a tweet that I'ma probably still stand by (I'm ruthless)
Keep ya money, funky bitch, 'cause I don't play about the (the rumors)
They gon' buy it, they gon' pirate, they gon' play it, they consume it
If you scootin', let me know 'cause that's a comment, that's a view
And that's a ratin', that's some hatin', that's engagement, I could use and
I could teach y'all how to do this, but I'd much rather be cruisin'
Watch me pull up in the '97 Benz (baby, get up in)
Sexy with that fire truck red (with the windows tinted)
Smokin' while I cruise through the valley (you so ignorant)
Looks like we don't give a shit, said (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit, yeah (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit, huh (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit, huh (looks like we don't give a)
Looks like we don't
'Cause we don't, motherf*cker
That's 'cause we don't, little bitch
That's 'cause we don't
Sexy with that fire truck red (with the windows tinted)
Smokin' while I cruise through the valley (you so ignorant)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a)
Yeah, I ain't got no skeletons in my luxury walk-in
They ain't know I'm innocent, baby, look who is talkin'
They ain't even ready spaghetti, baby, they sauceless
Speedin' through the city, we medicated the horses
You could hit up PETA., the paint on me make me gorgeous
I'ma take the geese and chinchilla coat on a walk and
Don't forget the cheetah print, speed up, come here, record it
If that shit ain't bleedin' and screamin' I do not want it
Take it back
Pull up in the '97 Benz (baby, get up in)
Sexy with that fire truck red (with the windows tinted)
Smokin' while I cruise through the valley (you so ignorant)
Looks like we don't give a (looks like we don't give a shit)
Said looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a)
Yeah, said if these are clothes, motherf*cker, what are those?
You look like a butter face, butter body, butter toes
I put Can't Believe It on my early morning butter toast
Y'all cannot believe I'm not a fiend and that it wasn't coke
You look so uncomfortable
You could have a seat and several hundred mo'
Hop up off my D just like a bunny go
Hop up out the scene and now they want it mo', I don't know
I like when they plead and beggin', "Please, now where the f*ck is Doj'?"
Pull up and they smiley instead (actin' stupid)
Like they wasn't tryna fight me in Threads ('bout some music)
In a tweet that I'ma probably still stand by (I'm ruthless)
Keep ya money, funky bitch, 'cause I don't play about the (the rumors)
They gon' buy it, they gon' pirate, they gon' play it, they consume it
If you scootin', let me know 'cause that's a comment, that's a view
And that's a ratin', that's some hatin', that's engagement, I could use and
I could teach y'all how to do this, but I'd much rather be cruisin'
Watch me pull up in the '97 Benz (baby, get up in)
Sexy with that fire truck red (with the windows tinted)
Smokin' while I cruise through the valley (you so ignorant)
Looks like we don't give a shit, said (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit, yeah (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit, huh (looks like we don't give a shit)
Looks like we don't give a shit, huh (looks like we don't give a)
Looks like we don't
'Cause we don't, motherf*cker
That's 'cause we don't, little bitch
That's 'cause we don't
Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Gun
Here's a new position from the front (front, fr-fr-front)
Ain't gon' be no duckin' when ya bust (bu-b-b-bust)
Baby, I know how to use a gun (gun, gu-gu-gun)
I could make that dick go f*ckin' gra-ta, ta-ta-ta
Here's a new position from the front (from the front now)
Ain't gon' be no f*ckin' when ya bust (when ya bust now)
Baby, I know how to use a gun (bring that gun now)
I could make that dick go f*ckin' gra-ta, ta-ta-ta (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said James Dean, let me in them jeans
Put me on yo' hip and let me ride it 'til I cream (I said)
I just saw yo' girl and now we gotta flee the scene
Hide it in my pussy like you hide it in yo' sleeve
G (G), G (G), I'm a f*ckin' G (come on, ay)
Take it like a thug and make you change your new white tee (said)
Better bite the bullet, baby, take one for the team
Put this pussy on it 'til you wake up from yo' dream (dream)
If that shit not workin' you could fire her, nigga (what?)
Shoot it down my throat, but with a silencer, nigga (what?)
I know that she mad but I don't vibe wit' her, nigga (what?)
If she talkin' shit then I'ma silence her, nigga (what?)
Here's a new position from the front (front, fr-fr-front)
Ain't gon' be no duckin' when ya bust (bu-b-b-bust)
Baby, I know how to use a gun (gun, gu-gu-gun)
I could make that dick go f*ckin' gra-ta, ta-ta-ta
Here's a new position from the front (from the front now)
Ain't gon' be no f*ckin' when ya bust (when ya bust now)
Baby, I know how to use a gun (bring that gun now)
I could make that dick go f*ckin' gra-ta, ta-ta-ta (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now assume new position, ayy
I been cravin' chickens, keep a tool in the kitchen, ayy
Stick it up me in the livin' room, here's your ticket, ayy
Jump on that machine and load the turret, give 'em friction, ayy
Cock it when I walk into the room, chk-chk
Aim, fire, when he behind it go boom
Let the trigger spray when these local women wanna woo
It don't hit the same, trust me I am into pain
Whip it, I don't feel a thing
Let's try some new positions, baby
Here's a new position from the front (front, fr-fr-front)
Ain't gon' be no duckin' when ya bust (bu-b-b-bust)
Baby, I know how to use a gun (gun, gu-gu-gun)
I could make that dick go f*ckin' gra-ta, ta-ta-ta
Here's a new position from the front (from the front now)
Ain't gon' be no f*ckin' when ya bust (when ya bust now)
Baby, I know how to use a gun (bring that gun now)
I could make that dick go f*ckin' gra-ta, ta-ta-ta
Ain't gon' be no duckin' when ya bust (bu-b-b-bust)
Baby, I know how to use a gun (gun, gu-gu-gun)
I could make that dick go f*ckin' gra-ta, ta-ta-ta
Here's a new position from the front (from the front now)
Ain't gon' be no f*ckin' when ya bust (when ya bust now)
Baby, I know how to use a gun (bring that gun now)
I could make that dick go f*ckin' gra-ta, ta-ta-ta (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I said James Dean, let me in them jeans
Put me on yo' hip and let me ride it 'til I cream (I said)
I just saw yo' girl and now we gotta flee the scene
Hide it in my pussy like you hide it in yo' sleeve
G (G), G (G), I'm a f*ckin' G (come on, ay)
Take it like a thug and make you change your new white tee (said)
Better bite the bullet, baby, take one for the team
Put this pussy on it 'til you wake up from yo' dream (dream)
If that shit not workin' you could fire her, nigga (what?)
Shoot it down my throat, but with a silencer, nigga (what?)
I know that she mad but I don't vibe wit' her, nigga (what?)
If she talkin' shit then I'ma silence her, nigga (what?)
Here's a new position from the front (front, fr-fr-front)
Ain't gon' be no duckin' when ya bust (bu-b-b-bust)
Baby, I know how to use a gun (gun, gu-gu-gun)
I could make that dick go f*ckin' gra-ta, ta-ta-ta
Here's a new position from the front (from the front now)
Ain't gon' be no f*ckin' when ya bust (when ya bust now)
Baby, I know how to use a gun (bring that gun now)
I could make that dick go f*ckin' gra-ta, ta-ta-ta (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now assume new position, ayy
I been cravin' chickens, keep a tool in the kitchen, ayy
Stick it up me in the livin' room, here's your ticket, ayy
Jump on that machine and load the turret, give 'em friction, ayy
Cock it when I walk into the room, chk-chk
Aim, fire, when he behind it go boom
Let the trigger spray when these local women wanna woo
It don't hit the same, trust me I am into pain
Whip it, I don't feel a thing
Let's try some new positions, baby
Here's a new position from the front (front, fr-fr-front)
Ain't gon' be no duckin' when ya bust (bu-b-b-bust)
Baby, I know how to use a gun (gun, gu-gu-gun)
I could make that dick go f*ckin' gra-ta, ta-ta-ta
Here's a new position from the front (from the front now)
Ain't gon' be no f*ckin' when ya bust (when ya bust now)
Baby, I know how to use a gun (bring that gun now)
I could make that dick go f*ckin' gra-ta, ta-ta-ta
Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Go Off
Go off
And choke
'Boutins
Ice on
Lil' mama, go off, let them gag and choke
With your Louboutins, put your new ice on
Get your bag, don't stop 'cause they won't shut up
Lil' mama, go off, lil' mama, go off
'Cause she might just pop, do not get it messed up
She that bitch in charge, she the real top dog
She gon' f*ck shit up if your ass get smart
Lil' mama, go off, lil' mama, go off (yeah, yeah)
She mixed the Fendi with the Shein, she don't slide in no DM
She don't let no one win, she see 'em when she see 'em
She f*ck me and my friends, she like a big expense
Men are means to an end, so she don't let them in
She never been in love, don't tell her that you are
'Cause she gon' turn her cheek and she gon' tell you, "Tuh"
She like it from the back 'cause she don't ever front
But when she hit the gas, the trunk is in the front
Lil' mama, go off
Lil' mama, go off, let them gag and choke
With your Louboutins, put your new ice on
Get your bag, don't stop 'cause they won't shut up
Lil' mama, go off, lil' mama, go off
'Cause she might just pop, do not get it messed up
She that bitch in charge, she the real top dog
She gon' f*ck shit up if your ass get smart
Lil' mama, go off, lil' mama, go off
Then she ride, yeah
Then she go now
Yeah, she ride, yeah
Girl, let 'em know now (yeah)
And they all call her Mommy, she don't mess with her body
She never need to judge me, she love to do Pilates
But she ain't always happy, but she know where to find me
She snap just like a Pocky, I put that all behind me
'Cause they get so inspired, she show up when she tired
She don't care if you famous, don't play or you get fired
Her taste is all acquired, she sing just like a choir
These bitches all admire, she building her empire
Lil' mama, go off
Go off
And choke
'Boutins
Ice on
Don't stop
Shut up
Go off
Go off
'Cause she might just pop, do not get it messed up
She that bitch in charge, she the real top dog
She gon' f*ck shit up if your ass get smart
Lil' mama, go off, lil' mama, go off
And choke
'Boutins
Ice on
Lil' mama, go off, let them gag and choke
With your Louboutins, put your new ice on
Get your bag, don't stop 'cause they won't shut up
Lil' mama, go off, lil' mama, go off
'Cause she might just pop, do not get it messed up
She that bitch in charge, she the real top dog
She gon' f*ck shit up if your ass get smart
Lil' mama, go off, lil' mama, go off (yeah, yeah)
She mixed the Fendi with the Shein, she don't slide in no DM
She don't let no one win, she see 'em when she see 'em
She f*ck me and my friends, she like a big expense
Men are means to an end, so she don't let them in
She never been in love, don't tell her that you are
'Cause she gon' turn her cheek and she gon' tell you, "Tuh"
She like it from the back 'cause she don't ever front
But when she hit the gas, the trunk is in the front
Lil' mama, go off
Lil' mama, go off, let them gag and choke
With your Louboutins, put your new ice on
Get your bag, don't stop 'cause they won't shut up
Lil' mama, go off, lil' mama, go off
'Cause she might just pop, do not get it messed up
She that bitch in charge, she the real top dog
She gon' f*ck shit up if your ass get smart
Lil' mama, go off, lil' mama, go off
Then she ride, yeah
Then she go now
Yeah, she ride, yeah
Girl, let 'em know now (yeah)
And they all call her Mommy, she don't mess with her body
She never need to judge me, she love to do Pilates
But she ain't always happy, but she know where to find me
She snap just like a Pocky, I put that all behind me
'Cause they get so inspired, she show up when she tired
She don't care if you famous, don't play or you get fired
Her taste is all acquired, she sing just like a choir
These bitches all admire, she building her empire
Lil' mama, go off
Go off
And choke
'Boutins
Ice on
Don't stop
Shut up
Go off
Go off
'Cause she might just pop, do not get it messed up
She that bitch in charge, she the real top dog
She gon' f*ck shit up if your ass get smart
Lil' mama, go off, lil' mama, go off
Writer: Amala Ratna Zandile Dlamini, Kurtis Isaac McKenzie, Lee Stashenko, Aubrey Robinson
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Shutcho
I'm not in love
So don't forget it
I'm not in love
So don't forget it
Got a lotta things to be happy 'bout (got a lot)
Run my check up while they run they mouth (while they runnin', ayy)
Got you cussing on a Sunday now (good Lord)
Run my check up while they run they mouth (while they runnin', yeah)
(Run it up, run it up)
Shut yo', shut yo' goofy-ass up (shut up, bitch)
(Run it up, run it up) shut yo'
Shut yo' dumb-ass up (quiet down)
(Run it up, run it up) shut yo', yeah
Bitch, shut yo' goofy-ass up (shut up, bitch)
(Run it up, run it up) shut yo', yeah
Shut yo' dumb-ass up (quiet down)
They say they want money (they say they want money)
All they do is run they mouth (but all they do is run they mouth)
I swear all they do is complain (all they do is complain)
Bet you thought that shit was funny now
(Bet you thought that shit was funny now)
You thought you was doing something (you thought you was doing something)
How you hating on the Lord's day, now? (How you hating on the Lord's day, now?)
How you hating on a Sunday? (How you hating on a Sunday?)
Go and take a look at your account (go and take a look at yours)
Yeah (yours)
It's that weird swag (it's that weird)
Weird money, weird bitches
Put me near that (near that)
Prolly see her in her brand new Hollyweird bag (yeah)
Shawty red flag, put-you-to-the-test bag
Got good head up on her shoulders, hope this neck last (yeah)
I'ma fall off when I want, they gon' respect that (yeah)
Setbacks never stopped me, let them get dragged (yeah)
Get back, lil' ho, you don't know me like that
Ex-lax, they ain't shit, they need to check facts
Got a lotta things to be happy 'bout (got a lot) (check, check)
Run my check up while they run they mouth (while they runnin', ayy)
(Check, check)
Got you cussing on a Sunday now (good Lord) (got you cussin')
Run my check up while they run they mouth (while they runnin', yeah)
(Check, check)
(Run it up, run it up)
Shut yo', shut yo' goofy-ass up (shut up, bitch)
(Run it up, run it up) shut yo'
Shut yo' dumb-ass up (quiet down)
(Run it up, run it up) shut yo', yeah
Bitch, shut yo' goofy-ass up (shut up, bitch) (yeah)
(Run it up, run it up) shut yo', yeah
Shut yo' dumb-ass up (quiet down) (yeah)
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a rich body bitch, thick body bitch
Y'all gon' make me sick body bitch, where's Roddy Rich?
Put you in the box body, bitch, get bodied, bitch
You don't wanna talk body, bitch, lips prolly zip
Stop calling me sis body bitch, we not a kin
You do not exist to me, miss, I'm not your friend
I'ma let 'em wish 'bout me, bitch, kiss 'bout me, bitch
Y'all be steady dick-riding, don't you piss on me, bitch
I just want my toes in the sand, one hunnid bands
Body looking real overseas, hips motherland
I can't even sit in my chair, zip up my pants
I did all the things I ain't need, I don't wanna dance, ah
Got a lotta things to be happy 'bout (got a lot) (happy 'bout, ay)
Run my check up while they run they mouth (while they runnin', ayy)
(Run my check up while they)
Got you cussing on a Sunday now (good Lord) (on a Sunday)
Run my check up while they run they mouth (while they runnin', yeah)
(Run it up, run it up)
Shut yo', shut yo' goofy-ass up (shut up, bitch)
(Run it up, run it up) shut yo'
Shut yo' dumb-ass up (quiet down)
(Run it up, run it up) shut yo', yeah
Bitch, shut yo' goofy-ass up (shut up, bitch)
(Run it up, run it up) shut yo', yeah
Shut yo' dumb-ass up
So don't forget it
I'm not in love
So don't forget it
Got a lotta things to be happy 'bout (got a lot)
Run my check up while they run they mouth (while they runnin', ayy)
Got you cussing on a Sunday now (good Lord)
Run my check up while they run they mouth (while they runnin', yeah)
(Run it up, run it up)
Shut yo', shut yo' goofy-ass up (shut up, bitch)
(Run it up, run it up) shut yo'
Shut yo' dumb-ass up (quiet down)
(Run it up, run it up) shut yo', yeah
Bitch, shut yo' goofy-ass up (shut up, bitch)
(Run it up, run it up) shut yo', yeah
Shut yo' dumb-ass up (quiet down)
They say they want money (they say they want money)
All they do is run they mouth (but all they do is run they mouth)
I swear all they do is complain (all they do is complain)
Bet you thought that shit was funny now
(Bet you thought that shit was funny now)
You thought you was doing something (you thought you was doing something)
How you hating on the Lord's day, now? (How you hating on the Lord's day, now?)
How you hating on a Sunday? (How you hating on a Sunday?)
Go and take a look at your account (go and take a look at yours)
Yeah (yours)
It's that weird swag (it's that weird)
Weird money, weird bitches
Put me near that (near that)
Prolly see her in her brand new Hollyweird bag (yeah)
Shawty red flag, put-you-to-the-test bag
Got good head up on her shoulders, hope this neck last (yeah)
I'ma fall off when I want, they gon' respect that (yeah)
Setbacks never stopped me, let them get dragged (yeah)
Get back, lil' ho, you don't know me like that
Ex-lax, they ain't shit, they need to check facts
Got a lotta things to be happy 'bout (got a lot) (check, check)
Run my check up while they run they mouth (while they runnin', ayy)
(Check, check)
Got you cussing on a Sunday now (good Lord) (got you cussin')
Run my check up while they run they mouth (while they runnin', yeah)
(Check, check)
(Run it up, run it up)
Shut yo', shut yo' goofy-ass up (shut up, bitch)
(Run it up, run it up) shut yo'
Shut yo' dumb-ass up (quiet down)
(Run it up, run it up) shut yo', yeah
Bitch, shut yo' goofy-ass up (shut up, bitch) (yeah)
(Run it up, run it up) shut yo', yeah
Shut yo' dumb-ass up (quiet down) (yeah)
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a rich body bitch, thick body bitch
Y'all gon' make me sick body bitch, where's Roddy Rich?
Put you in the box body, bitch, get bodied, bitch
You don't wanna talk body, bitch, lips prolly zip
Stop calling me sis body bitch, we not a kin
You do not exist to me, miss, I'm not your friend
I'ma let 'em wish 'bout me, bitch, kiss 'bout me, bitch
Y'all be steady dick-riding, don't you piss on me, bitch
I just want my toes in the sand, one hunnid bands
Body looking real overseas, hips motherland
I can't even sit in my chair, zip up my pants
I did all the things I ain't need, I don't wanna dance, ah
Got a lotta things to be happy 'bout (got a lot) (happy 'bout, ay)
Run my check up while they run they mouth (while they runnin', ayy)
(Run my check up while they)
Got you cussing on a Sunday now (good Lord) (on a Sunday)
Run my check up while they run they mouth (while they runnin', yeah)
(Run it up, run it up)
Shut yo', shut yo' goofy-ass up (shut up, bitch)
(Run it up, run it up) shut yo'
Shut yo' dumb-ass up (quiet down)
(Run it up, run it up) shut yo', yeah
Bitch, shut yo' goofy-ass up (shut up, bitch)
(Run it up, run it up) shut yo', yeah
Shut yo' dumb-ass up
Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Agora Hills
Yeah, yeah
Kissing, I hope they caught us
Whether they like or not (not)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna brag about it (yeah)
I wanna tie the knot (knot)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you (off), yeah, yeah
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you (yeah), yeah, yeah
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you
Hold my hand
You can hit while they watch, boy
(So, 9:30?)
(I'll see you there)
(No, you hang up)
(You hang up)
Somethin' different about you
Love it when he hit and smack too
Baby, lemme lick on your tattoos
That's true that I like PDA
Take it to a seedy place
Suck a little dick in the bathroom
Who that man with the big strong hands
On her ass in the club with the paps? Baby, that's you
Front seat chillin' with the window down
I be ten toes down on the dash getting' fast food
Hope you can handle the heat
Put your name in the streets
Get used to my fans looking at you
F*ck what they heard, I don't f*ck with them birds
I'm a mean kitty, don't get stabbed with the rat tooth
Boys be mad that I don't f*ck incels
Girls hate too, gun to their pigtail
I love you, I wanna big chill
Boy, don't trip, I'll split a big bill
Take you 'round the world, they don't have to understand
Rub it in their face, put a rock on her hand
(Baby, can you call me back? I miss you)
(It's so lonely in my mansion)
Kissing, I hope they caught us
Whether they like or not (not)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna brag about it (yeah)
I wanna tie the knot (knot)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you (off), yeah, yeah
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you (yeah), yeah, yeah
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you
Hold my hand
You can hit while they watch, boy
(Ah, sorry, I was taking a sip of my root beer)
'Cause love is pain but I need this shit (yeah)
We f*ck too good when the bean kicks in
Like Fortnite, I'ma need your skin (yeah)
Don't give a f*ck where the penis been (uh)
Boy, you're the one, you're the only man
Me and you on my OnlyFans (come on)
Holy cow, you're the Holy Trin' (Trin')
Hold me down when a hole need dick
Be my security, it's your therapy
With you I ain't holding shit back
When I need my space, you give that
When he broke my heart, you fixed that
With a long walk on the beach
Love it when they honk-honk on the street
When they see us zoom by in the Jeep
We a whole damn joint, we an energy
Baby, we could just ride on our enemies
They all wanna know how you get to me
Let 'em feel how they feel and be Philistines
'Cause this type of love's the epitome, said
(Baby, you're literally capping to me right now)
(Like, why are you capping?)
(You just cap so hard, it's-)
(I don't know what to do)
Kissing, I hope they caught us
Whether they like or not (not)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna brag about it (yeah)
I wanna tie the knot (knot)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you (off), yeah, yeah
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you (yeah), yeah, yeah
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you
Hold my hand
You can hit while they watch, boy
Kissing, I hope they caught us
Whether they like or not (not)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna brag about it (yeah)
I wanna tie the knot (knot)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you (off), yeah, yeah
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you (yeah), yeah, yeah
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you
Hold my hand
You can hit while they watch, boy
(So, 9:30?)
(I'll see you there)
(No, you hang up)
(You hang up)
Somethin' different about you
Love it when he hit and smack too
Baby, lemme lick on your tattoos
That's true that I like PDA
Take it to a seedy place
Suck a little dick in the bathroom
Who that man with the big strong hands
On her ass in the club with the paps? Baby, that's you
Front seat chillin' with the window down
I be ten toes down on the dash getting' fast food
Hope you can handle the heat
Put your name in the streets
Get used to my fans looking at you
F*ck what they heard, I don't f*ck with them birds
I'm a mean kitty, don't get stabbed with the rat tooth
Boys be mad that I don't f*ck incels
Girls hate too, gun to their pigtail
I love you, I wanna big chill
Boy, don't trip, I'll split a big bill
Take you 'round the world, they don't have to understand
Rub it in their face, put a rock on her hand
(Baby, can you call me back? I miss you)
(It's so lonely in my mansion)
Kissing, I hope they caught us
Whether they like or not (not)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna brag about it (yeah)
I wanna tie the knot (knot)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you (off), yeah, yeah
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you (yeah), yeah, yeah
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you
Hold my hand
You can hit while they watch, boy
(Ah, sorry, I was taking a sip of my root beer)
'Cause love is pain but I need this shit (yeah)
We f*ck too good when the bean kicks in
Like Fortnite, I'ma need your skin (yeah)
Don't give a f*ck where the penis been (uh)
Boy, you're the one, you're the only man
Me and you on my OnlyFans (come on)
Holy cow, you're the Holy Trin' (Trin')
Hold me down when a hole need dick
Be my security, it's your therapy
With you I ain't holding shit back
When I need my space, you give that
When he broke my heart, you fixed that
With a long walk on the beach
Love it when they honk-honk on the street
When they see us zoom by in the Jeep
We a whole damn joint, we an energy
Baby, we could just ride on our enemies
They all wanna know how you get to me
Let 'em feel how they feel and be Philistines
'Cause this type of love's the epitome, said
(Baby, you're literally capping to me right now)
(Like, why are you capping?)
(You just cap so hard, it's-)
(I don't know what to do)
Kissing, I hope they caught us
Whether they like or not (not)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna brag about it (yeah)
I wanna tie the knot (knot)
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you (off), yeah, yeah
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you (yeah), yeah, yeah
I wanna show you off (off), I wanna show you off (off)
I wanna show you
Hold my hand
You can hit while they watch, boy
Writer: Amala Ratna Dlamini, Bennett W. Pepple, Brian Holland, Gentuar Memishi, Isaac Earl Bynum, Jean Baptiste Kouame, Michael Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Cant Wait
All the things I do
All the plans I move
All the men I shoo
Mm, boy, I can't wait to get next to you
I can't wait to get next to you
I can't wait to get next to you
Can't wait to get next to you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Here's another one about you
Baby, I wanna gush about you
I wanna be the stubborn crust of barnacles upon you
If you were to become a middle-American farmer
I'd read up on every vegetable and harvest them around you
Not to be too much, but I am always me around you
But when you leave I'm moving very awkwardly without you
I have never met a man who gets it like you do
Precious as you are
You're cursing out your mirror
You're takin' it too far
You need to see it clearer
I've seen it all before
I wanna be there for you when the goings getting hard
When you're feelin' like the lowest thing that no one even wants
I wanna write you poetry, and jokes, and even songs
I hope this lasts forever, or at least 'til we a hundred
Please know how much I want this
All the things I do
All the plans I move
All the men I shoo
Mm, boy, I can't wait to get next to you
I can't wait to get next to you
I can't wait to get next to you
Can't wait to get next to you (yeah)
And I wouldn't do this for no man
It's a understatement if I tell you you's important
I'm just tryna bring you drinks and assortments
Hot towels with a mocktail by the ocean
Top-down with our ice shinin' like a snowman
Cook you a crab boil that reminds you of New Orleans
Don't give any time of day to these cokeheads
We too busy getting experience and exploring
I wanna take you overseas and stop by in Paris
And watch you taste the cheese
Take you to Buly and get you smellin' sweet
In love with you, je suis
I love you, mon chéri
And if you feel the need to dip and take a breather
Just know that I will wait or that I'd never leave
I'm giving you space, giving you cover, uh-huh
Giving you true love in abundance, uh-huh
Giving and taking because we're not a fling
Giving me faith that it's not another
All the things I do
All the plans I move
All the men I shoo
Mm, boy, I can't wait to get next to you
I can't wait to get next to you (I can't wait, no, I can't wait)
I can't wait to get next to you (yeah, I can't wait, boy, I can't wait)
Can't wait to get next to you (no, I can't wait)
Can't wait
No, I
Boy
All the plans I move
All the men I shoo
Mm, boy, I can't wait to get next to you
I can't wait to get next to you
I can't wait to get next to you
Can't wait to get next to you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Here's another one about you
Baby, I wanna gush about you
I wanna be the stubborn crust of barnacles upon you
If you were to become a middle-American farmer
I'd read up on every vegetable and harvest them around you
Not to be too much, but I am always me around you
But when you leave I'm moving very awkwardly without you
I have never met a man who gets it like you do
Precious as you are
You're cursing out your mirror
You're takin' it too far
You need to see it clearer
I've seen it all before
I wanna be there for you when the goings getting hard
When you're feelin' like the lowest thing that no one even wants
I wanna write you poetry, and jokes, and even songs
I hope this lasts forever, or at least 'til we a hundred
Please know how much I want this
All the things I do
All the plans I move
All the men I shoo
Mm, boy, I can't wait to get next to you
I can't wait to get next to you
I can't wait to get next to you
Can't wait to get next to you (yeah)
And I wouldn't do this for no man
It's a understatement if I tell you you's important
I'm just tryna bring you drinks and assortments
Hot towels with a mocktail by the ocean
Top-down with our ice shinin' like a snowman
Cook you a crab boil that reminds you of New Orleans
Don't give any time of day to these cokeheads
We too busy getting experience and exploring
I wanna take you overseas and stop by in Paris
And watch you taste the cheese
Take you to Buly and get you smellin' sweet
In love with you, je suis
I love you, mon chéri
And if you feel the need to dip and take a breather
Just know that I will wait or that I'd never leave
I'm giving you space, giving you cover, uh-huh
Giving you true love in abundance, uh-huh
Giving and taking because we're not a fling
Giving me faith that it's not another
All the things I do
All the plans I move
All the men I shoo
Mm, boy, I can't wait to get next to you
I can't wait to get next to you (I can't wait, no, I can't wait)
I can't wait to get next to you (yeah, I can't wait, boy, I can't wait)
Can't wait to get next to you (no, I can't wait)
Can't wait
No, I
Boy
Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Often
You must do this often
You must do this often
You must do this often
You must do this
Oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa
Baby, it's so telling
What you can do
It's a simple understanding
Between me and you
Oh, because
'Cause when you run your tongue up my thigh
I can't help but wonder, hmm, why?
You got so much more up yo' sleeve
You wanna make sure I don't leave
I won't, and what is this now?
You must make your daddy so proud
Way you bump n' grindin' on me
You got more than something I need
You must do this often
Practice on me or perform
You must do this often
Because I really want more
You must do this often
Makin' my way to your door
You must do this
Oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa
I just wanna watch us again
And over again
Superstar
Professional
You already read the room
I wanna do intervals
Let that soak in
'Cause when you run your tongue up my thigh
I can't help but wonder, hmm, why?
You got so much more up yo' sleeve
You wanna make sure I don't leave
I won't, and what is this now?
You must make your daddy so proud
Way you bump n' grindin' on me
You got more than something I need
You must do this often
You must do this often
You must do this
Oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa
Baby, it's so telling
What you can do
It's a simple understanding
Between me and you
Oh, because
'Cause when you run your tongue up my thigh
I can't help but wonder, hmm, why?
You got so much more up yo' sleeve
You wanna make sure I don't leave
I won't, and what is this now?
You must make your daddy so proud
Way you bump n' grindin' on me
You got more than something I need
You must do this often
Practice on me or perform
You must do this often
Because I really want more
You must do this often
Makin' my way to your door
You must do this
Oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa
I just wanna watch us again
And over again
Superstar
Professional
You already read the room
I wanna do intervals
Let that soak in
'Cause when you run your tongue up my thigh
I can't help but wonder, hmm, why?
You got so much more up yo' sleeve
You wanna make sure I don't leave
I won't, and what is this now?
You must make your daddy so proud
Way you bump n' grindin' on me
You got more than something I need
Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Love Life
Yeah
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
Life's like this
Love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
When my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
I said, I love it when my life's like, yeah
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my ice look crisp
I love it when my clothes smell fresh
I love it when my fans speak French
I love it when they like my fits
I love it, how up high my tits now
I love the way my man throw dick
I love his lips
I love it when my friends call back
I love showin' them brand new tracks
I love roasting 'em all
And hearin' them all roast me back
Y'all never had no friends like that
I love it when my waist look small and ass look fat
I love it when my fans ain't mad, when I look snatched
I love it when my mom cook food, she bake that mac'
I love hearing the roar when I go on the stage, on tour
They love when I embrace my flaws
I love it when they doin' the same
I love it when my fans love change
That's how we change the game
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
My life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
When my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
I said, I love it when my life's like
When life's like this I'm thankful
Warm sun, good vibrations
When life's like this, be grateful
One life, one chance, take it
They love it when I write like this
I love it when my team feel strong
And them deals flowin' in
I love that they don't fight like that
'Cause everybody know how to act because we tight like this
Not all of them be getting along
I hope that I can ease some the stress
Can I chime in?
I know I been the root of the cause
I know I've had a temper before
But still y'all don't quit
I understand you want me to win
I understand how hard that you bend
I understand the cause and effect now
Like dog eat dog and cat eat fish
I understand the jungle we in, now let me finish
We all gon' make mistakes and it's cool
I love how you grew
You offer me tools that make my life feel simple
I know it, that you lovin' me down
Man, I love y'all big
And I love it when my life's like this (yeah)
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
My life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
Life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
When my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
I said, "I love it when my life's like this"
When life's like this I'm thankful
Warm sun, good vibrations
When life's like this, be grateful
One life, one chance, take it
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
Life's like this
Love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
When my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
I said, I love it when my life's like, yeah
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my ice look crisp
I love it when my clothes smell fresh
I love it when my fans speak French
I love it when they like my fits
I love it, how up high my tits now
I love the way my man throw dick
I love his lips
I love it when my friends call back
I love showin' them brand new tracks
I love roasting 'em all
And hearin' them all roast me back
Y'all never had no friends like that
I love it when my waist look small and ass look fat
I love it when my fans ain't mad, when I look snatched
I love it when my mom cook food, she bake that mac'
I love hearing the roar when I go on the stage, on tour
They love when I embrace my flaws
I love it when they doin' the same
I love it when my fans love change
That's how we change the game
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
My life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
When my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
I said, I love it when my life's like
When life's like this I'm thankful
Warm sun, good vibrations
When life's like this, be grateful
One life, one chance, take it
They love it when I write like this
I love it when my team feel strong
And them deals flowin' in
I love that they don't fight like that
'Cause everybody know how to act because we tight like this
Not all of them be getting along
I hope that I can ease some the stress
Can I chime in?
I know I been the root of the cause
I know I've had a temper before
But still y'all don't quit
I understand you want me to win
I understand how hard that you bend
I understand the cause and effect now
Like dog eat dog and cat eat fish
I understand the jungle we in, now let me finish
We all gon' make mistakes and it's cool
I love how you grew
You offer me tools that make my life feel simple
I know it, that you lovin' me down
Man, I love y'all big
And I love it when my life's like this (yeah)
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
My life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
Life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
When my life's like this
I love it when my life's like this
I said, "I love it when my life's like this"
When life's like this I'm thankful
Warm sun, good vibrations
When life's like this, be grateful
One life, one chance, take it
Writer: Amala Dlamini, Bradley Powell, Kurtis McKenzie, Sergio Romero
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Skull And Bones
It's cold
I mean really cold
But my blood is warm (blood is warm)
What's inside of me but skull and bones?
Ask the Lord
There's a price for yours (price for yours)
What's inside of me now but my soul?
Yeah, said
The only thing I sold was a record
The only thing I folded under was pressure
Can I say, I digress? You the aggressor
Now y'all say, y'all impressed, I'm the successor
I don't need no intervention or one ya lectures
What's so hard to believe? What is the message?
Talented and I'm driven like you ain't ever seen
And that's why God blessed me you, should respect Him
You need to mind your business, Helga Pataki
'Cause I'ma do something devilish if you at me
I might hit Woo for the kudu and get a back piece
You too high off that booboo to unpack me (ah)
When I arrive on set there ain't no holy water
But when I grind my set make sure to throw me waters
I'ma make it through twenty-seven, y'all superstitious
I'ma say jinx on my twenty-eighth when you owe me sodas
It's cold (yeah)
I mean really cold
But my blood is warm (blood is warm) (come on, let's go)
What's inside of me but skull and bones? (Let's go, yeah)
Ask the Lord (ask the Lord)
There's a price for yours ('cause there's a price for yours)
What's inside of me now but my soul? (Uh-huh)
Yeah, yeah
Y'all been pushin', "Satan this" and "Satan that"
My fans is yellin', "'Least she rich," you need that pact
Lookin' like I got some things you hate I have
And trust me, baby, God don't play with hate like that
So you gon' be real upset when he pick Cat
To be the one up on them charts, all over the map
And you could keep on tellin' yourself it's all in my tats
And you could keep on addin' the numbers and doin' the math (yeah)
I see y'all prepping for Doomsday, but that ain't San Andreas' fault
And this ain't a movie
But I know y'all been livin' life like this is a school play
How red is them rubies? You chokin', it's too late
I turn 'em to blue face, I run on a full tank
Can't nobody move me
Bitches cryin' with full face, that's animal cruelty
And I don't need to say it to 'em
I'ma let the paper talk, gotta elevate the bar
The world's losin' faith 'cause
It's cold (yeah)
I mean really cold (I mean)
But my blood is warm (blood is warm) (come on, come on, let's go, let's go)
What's inside of me but skull and bones? (Let's go, yeah)
Ask the Lord (ask the Lord)
There's a price for yours ('cause there's a price for yours)
What's inside of me now but my soul? (Uh-huh)
I mean really cold
But my blood is warm (blood is warm)
What's inside of me but skull and bones?
Ask the Lord
There's a price for yours (price for yours)
What's inside of me now but my soul?
Yeah, said
The only thing I sold was a record
The only thing I folded under was pressure
Can I say, I digress? You the aggressor
Now y'all say, y'all impressed, I'm the successor
I don't need no intervention or one ya lectures
What's so hard to believe? What is the message?
Talented and I'm driven like you ain't ever seen
And that's why God blessed me you, should respect Him
You need to mind your business, Helga Pataki
'Cause I'ma do something devilish if you at me
I might hit Woo for the kudu and get a back piece
You too high off that booboo to unpack me (ah)
When I arrive on set there ain't no holy water
But when I grind my set make sure to throw me waters
I'ma make it through twenty-seven, y'all superstitious
I'ma say jinx on my twenty-eighth when you owe me sodas
It's cold (yeah)
I mean really cold
But my blood is warm (blood is warm) (come on, let's go)
What's inside of me but skull and bones? (Let's go, yeah)
Ask the Lord (ask the Lord)
There's a price for yours ('cause there's a price for yours)
What's inside of me now but my soul? (Uh-huh)
Yeah, yeah
Y'all been pushin', "Satan this" and "Satan that"
My fans is yellin', "'Least she rich," you need that pact
Lookin' like I got some things you hate I have
And trust me, baby, God don't play with hate like that
So you gon' be real upset when he pick Cat
To be the one up on them charts, all over the map
And you could keep on tellin' yourself it's all in my tats
And you could keep on addin' the numbers and doin' the math (yeah)
I see y'all prepping for Doomsday, but that ain't San Andreas' fault
And this ain't a movie
But I know y'all been livin' life like this is a school play
How red is them rubies? You chokin', it's too late
I turn 'em to blue face, I run on a full tank
Can't nobody move me
Bitches cryin' with full face, that's animal cruelty
And I don't need to say it to 'em
I'ma let the paper talk, gotta elevate the bar
The world's losin' faith 'cause
It's cold (yeah)
I mean really cold (I mean)
But my blood is warm (blood is warm) (come on, come on, let's go, let's go)
What's inside of me but skull and bones? (Let's go, yeah)
Ask the Lord (ask the Lord)
There's a price for yours ('cause there's a price for yours)
What's inside of me now but my soul? (Uh-huh)
Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Attention
Baby, if you like it
Just reach out and pet it
This one doesn't bite
It doesn't get aggressive
Show you how to touch it
Hold it like it's precious
It don't need your lovin'
It just needs attention
(Love me)
It needs, it seeks affection
(So sweet)
Hungry, it fiends attention
(Hungry)
It needs, it seeks affection
(Baby)
Hungry (yeah), it fiends (yeah)
Look at me, look at me, you lookin'?
My taste good, but I just had to redirect my cookin'
I coulda been an opener, I redirect the bookin'
I read it, all the comments sayin', "D, I'm really shooketh"
"D, you need to see a therapist, is you lookin'?"
Yes, the one I got, they really are the best
Now I feel like I can see you bitches is depressed
I am not afraid to finally say shit with my chest
Lost a lil' weight, but I ain't never lost a tushy
Lookin' good, but now my bald head match my-
Lookin' good, but now they all sayin' that I'm ugly
Boo-hoo, my nigga, I ain't sad you won't f*ck me
I'm sad that you really thought your ass was above me
You're lucky 'cause I just paid your bill with a reply
I just made your money pile knee high
I just made your stats peak, now you got a blue check
Now you can afford to go and reinstall a new wig
Now you can afford to not be lousy, go and do shit
Talk your shit about me, I can easily disprove it, it's stupid
You follow me, but you don't really care about the music
Baby, if you like it
Just reach out and pet it
This one doesn't bite
It doesn't get aggressive
Show you how to touch it
Hold it like it's precious
It don't need your lovin'
It just needs attention
(Love me)
It needs, it seeks affection
(So sweet)
Hungry, it fiends attention
(Hungry)
It needs, it seeks affection
(Baby)
Hungry, it fiends (yeah)
Look at me, look at me, I'm naked
Vulnerability earned me a lot of bacon
I put a thong all in my ass and taught you how to shake it
I paid all my respect to those who taught me how to make it
And now I reap the benefits with no confrontation
Y'all fall into beef but that's another conversation
I'm sorry, but we all find it really entertaining
'Cause we all wanna see them slip and fall right on their faces
And we all wanna be the one to see the devastation
Not be in it, but ain't the bad press good?
The disrespect's real, how this Patek look?
Pull out the checkbook, now why your neck crooked?
I never learn to superstar from a textbook
Talkin' 'bout, "She fallin' off, why she get booked?"
Man, I been humble, I'm tired of all the deprecation
Just let me flex, bruh, just let me pop shit
"Why she think she Nicki M? She think she hot shit," hmm
I never gave a F, go stir the pot, bitch
I got y'all head all in the dirt just like a ostrich
Of course, you bitches comparin' Doja to who the hottest
Baby, if you like it
Just reach out and pet it
This one doesn't bite
It doesn't get aggressive
Show you how to touch it
Hold it like it's precious
It don't need your lovin'
It just needs attention
(Love me)
It needs, it seeks affection
(So sweet)
Hungry, it fiends attention
(Hungry)
It needs, it seeks affection
(Baby)
Hungry, it fiends
Okay, cute
Just reach out and pet it
This one doesn't bite
It doesn't get aggressive
Show you how to touch it
Hold it like it's precious
It don't need your lovin'
It just needs attention
(Love me)
It needs, it seeks affection
(So sweet)
Hungry, it fiends attention
(Hungry)
It needs, it seeks affection
(Baby)
Hungry (yeah), it fiends (yeah)
Look at me, look at me, you lookin'?
My taste good, but I just had to redirect my cookin'
I coulda been an opener, I redirect the bookin'
I read it, all the comments sayin', "D, I'm really shooketh"
"D, you need to see a therapist, is you lookin'?"
Yes, the one I got, they really are the best
Now I feel like I can see you bitches is depressed
I am not afraid to finally say shit with my chest
Lost a lil' weight, but I ain't never lost a tushy
Lookin' good, but now my bald head match my-
Lookin' good, but now they all sayin' that I'm ugly
Boo-hoo, my nigga, I ain't sad you won't f*ck me
I'm sad that you really thought your ass was above me
You're lucky 'cause I just paid your bill with a reply
I just made your money pile knee high
I just made your stats peak, now you got a blue check
Now you can afford to go and reinstall a new wig
Now you can afford to not be lousy, go and do shit
Talk your shit about me, I can easily disprove it, it's stupid
You follow me, but you don't really care about the music
Baby, if you like it
Just reach out and pet it
This one doesn't bite
It doesn't get aggressive
Show you how to touch it
Hold it like it's precious
It don't need your lovin'
It just needs attention
(Love me)
It needs, it seeks affection
(So sweet)
Hungry, it fiends attention
(Hungry)
It needs, it seeks affection
(Baby)
Hungry, it fiends (yeah)
Look at me, look at me, I'm naked
Vulnerability earned me a lot of bacon
I put a thong all in my ass and taught you how to shake it
I paid all my respect to those who taught me how to make it
And now I reap the benefits with no confrontation
Y'all fall into beef but that's another conversation
I'm sorry, but we all find it really entertaining
'Cause we all wanna see them slip and fall right on their faces
And we all wanna be the one to see the devastation
Not be in it, but ain't the bad press good?
The disrespect's real, how this Patek look?
Pull out the checkbook, now why your neck crooked?
I never learn to superstar from a textbook
Talkin' 'bout, "She fallin' off, why she get booked?"
Man, I been humble, I'm tired of all the deprecation
Just let me flex, bruh, just let me pop shit
"Why she think she Nicki M? She think she hot shit," hmm
I never gave a F, go stir the pot, bitch
I got y'all head all in the dirt just like a ostrich
Of course, you bitches comparin' Doja to who the hottest
Baby, if you like it
Just reach out and pet it
This one doesn't bite
It doesn't get aggressive
Show you how to touch it
Hold it like it's precious
It don't need your lovin'
It just needs attention
(Love me)
It needs, it seeks affection
(So sweet)
Hungry, it fiends attention
(Hungry)
It needs, it seeks affection
(Baby)
Hungry, it fiends
Okay, cute
Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Ari Starace, Roget Chahayed
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Balut
Remember this, girls
None of you can be first, but all of you can be next
Woo, woo
Ah, uh, yeah, uh
Wow, uh, yeah, uh
Wow, uh, yeah
It's like takin' candy from a baby
Wow, uh, yeah, uh
Ah, uh, ayy, uh
Yeah, uh, wow
It's like takin' candy from a (ride a, ride a)
Ride a coattail, this isn't my fourth meal
Dishes on my ass, still I'm thicker than some oatmeal
Glass houses, I don't really like to keep my stones there
Oh, well, I'll buy another property for four mill'
Doorman said that you gon' have to leave your phones there
On a boat, yeah (boat, yeah), it's really no fair (no fair)
The only problem that I have and I'll be so real
I hit the stage and lose the crystals on my toenails (yeah)
Make the ho kneel, she kill it like an O'Neil
Makin' mo' bills 'til I copped the mobile
Can't drive 'cause I really don't need to
Got some professionals, they're really nice people
Ah, uh, yeah
Uh, wow, uh, yeah
Uh, wow, uh, yeah
It's like takin' candy from a baby
Uh (mh), wow (yeah, huh), yeah (uh)
Uh, wow, uh, yeah
Uh, wow, uh (huh, said), wow
It's like takin' candy from a baby
So easy, so cheesy, so fresh
So queasy, so nauseous, so sick (blegh)
Is it coke? Is it crack? Is it meth? (Is it?)
What the f*ck do she put in them hits?
I'm the shit, you a real piece of shit
I am needed, you a real needy bitch
I'm competing, you are incompetent
You are fleeting 'cause you can't copy this
Copy this (copy this), copy that (copy that)
Every bitch that is here copycat (rawr)
Copy the greats, that's my number one strategy
But beware that you can't copy stats
Ah, uh, yeah
Uh, wow, uh, yeah
Uh, wow, uh, yeah
It's like takin' candy from a baby
Uh, wow, uh, yeah
Uh, ha, uh, ayy
Uh, yeah, uh, wow
It's like takin' candy from a baby
None of you can be first, but all of you can be next
Woo, woo
Ah, uh, yeah, uh
Wow, uh, yeah, uh
Wow, uh, yeah
It's like takin' candy from a baby
Wow, uh, yeah, uh
Ah, uh, ayy, uh
Yeah, uh, wow
It's like takin' candy from a (ride a, ride a)
Ride a coattail, this isn't my fourth meal
Dishes on my ass, still I'm thicker than some oatmeal
Glass houses, I don't really like to keep my stones there
Oh, well, I'll buy another property for four mill'
Doorman said that you gon' have to leave your phones there
On a boat, yeah (boat, yeah), it's really no fair (no fair)
The only problem that I have and I'll be so real
I hit the stage and lose the crystals on my toenails (yeah)
Make the ho kneel, she kill it like an O'Neil
Makin' mo' bills 'til I copped the mobile
Can't drive 'cause I really don't need to
Got some professionals, they're really nice people
Ah, uh, yeah
Uh, wow, uh, yeah
Uh, wow, uh, yeah
It's like takin' candy from a baby
Uh (mh), wow (yeah, huh), yeah (uh)
Uh, wow, uh, yeah
Uh, wow, uh (huh, said), wow
It's like takin' candy from a baby
So easy, so cheesy, so fresh
So queasy, so nauseous, so sick (blegh)
Is it coke? Is it crack? Is it meth? (Is it?)
What the f*ck do she put in them hits?
I'm the shit, you a real piece of shit
I am needed, you a real needy bitch
I'm competing, you are incompetent
You are fleeting 'cause you can't copy this
Copy this (copy this), copy that (copy that)
Every bitch that is here copycat (rawr)
Copy the greats, that's my number one strategy
But beware that you can't copy stats
Ah, uh, yeah
Uh, wow, uh, yeah
Uh, wow, uh, yeah
It's like takin' candy from a baby
Uh, wow, uh, yeah
Uh, ha, uh, ayy
Uh, yeah, uh, wow
It's like takin' candy from a baby
Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, David Sprecher, Kurtis McKenzie, Roget Lutfi Chahayed
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
WYM Freestyle
F*ck this beat
Yeah, f*ck it, wait, mh (f*ck it)
F*ck it, mh, wait, mh (f*ck it)
F*ck it, mh, wait, uh (f*ck it)
F*ck this beat, mh, wait (uh-uh)
F*ck it, mh, wait
F*ck it, uh, wait, uh (yeah)
F*ck it, ah
F*ck this beat (f*ck this beat), f*ck this beat (f*ck this beat)
F*ck them drugs, f*ck the club, f*ck a speech (f*ck a speech)
F*ck up all them other albums on repeat (f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
F*ck what y'all been sayin' I ain't for the streets (okay)
What you mean? (Yeah)
What you mean? (What you mean?)
What you really talking 'bout? I know you sneak (know you sneak)
I was wakin' all these hoes up in my sleep (in my sleep)
I was cakin' while these hoes could barely eat (eat)
Ain't no beef (eat), ain't no sides (sides)
Ain't no competition when they hear me slide (slide, slide)
I'm a sell out all my seats to see me live (live, live)
Was a sellout 'til I notice I got drive
Bitch, I get my life and it's giving (yeah, it's giving)
Got a life long career, you make a living (make a living)
I got a overflow of trophies, you ain't winning (you ain't winning, bitch)
Got my body done, but look who's really sittin' now
Bitch, you must be kidding (must be kidding)
Please, be kidding (please, be kidding)
Got a overflow of growth, y'all bitches thinning (ah, ah)
Always knew I was gon' change from the beginning (yeah, yeah)
Always knew them claims was cap 'cause y'all be sinning
I, I, I been watchin' all you bitches, I be shittin'
I, I, I been buyin' all these clothes and see no fittings
Ah, ah, too much jewelry I take off when I be spittin'
Ah, ah, hear that? (Ha ha)
Is you forgettin'? Ah, ah
Bitch, f*ck this beat, stupid bitch
F*ck this beat, step on my toes, bitch
My toes
F*ck this beat, step on his feet (yeah)
F*ck it
Ayy-yeah
Ayy-yeah, yeah
Ayy-yeah
Ayy-yeah, yeah
Ayy-yeah
Haha
Haha, ayy, yeah
Yeah, f*ck it, wait, mh (f*ck it)
F*ck it, mh, wait, mh (f*ck it)
F*ck it, mh, wait, uh (f*ck it)
F*ck this beat, mh, wait (uh-uh)
F*ck it, mh, wait
F*ck it, uh, wait, uh (yeah)
F*ck it, ah
F*ck this beat (f*ck this beat), f*ck this beat (f*ck this beat)
F*ck them drugs, f*ck the club, f*ck a speech (f*ck a speech)
F*ck up all them other albums on repeat (f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
F*ck what y'all been sayin' I ain't for the streets (okay)
What you mean? (Yeah)
What you mean? (What you mean?)
What you really talking 'bout? I know you sneak (know you sneak)
I was wakin' all these hoes up in my sleep (in my sleep)
I was cakin' while these hoes could barely eat (eat)
Ain't no beef (eat), ain't no sides (sides)
Ain't no competition when they hear me slide (slide, slide)
I'm a sell out all my seats to see me live (live, live)
Was a sellout 'til I notice I got drive
Bitch, I get my life and it's giving (yeah, it's giving)
Got a life long career, you make a living (make a living)
I got a overflow of trophies, you ain't winning (you ain't winning, bitch)
Got my body done, but look who's really sittin' now
Bitch, you must be kidding (must be kidding)
Please, be kidding (please, be kidding)
Got a overflow of growth, y'all bitches thinning (ah, ah)
Always knew I was gon' change from the beginning (yeah, yeah)
Always knew them claims was cap 'cause y'all be sinning
I, I, I been watchin' all you bitches, I be shittin'
I, I, I been buyin' all these clothes and see no fittings
Ah, ah, too much jewelry I take off when I be spittin'
Ah, ah, hear that? (Ha ha)
Is you forgettin'? Ah, ah
Bitch, f*ck this beat, stupid bitch
F*ck this beat, step on my toes, bitch
My toes
F*ck this beat, step on his feet (yeah)
F*ck it
Ayy-yeah
Ayy-yeah, yeah
Ayy-yeah
Ayy-yeah, yeah
Ayy-yeah
Haha
Haha, ayy, yeah
Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Disillusioned with pop music and dissatisfied with music critics questioning her status as a rapper, Doja Cat felt inspired to create a "masculine" follow-up to her third studio album, Planet Her (2021). Her first project since her debut extended play, Purrr! (2014), with no features, the record marks a departure from the pop-driven sounds of its predecessor, being predominantly centered around the genres of hip hop and R&B.
Scarlet peaked at number four on the US Billboard 200, becoming Doja Cat's third top-ten entry on the chart. To support the album, she is embarking on the Scarlet Tour, her first arena tour as a headliner. The album received mostly positive reviews from critics, many of whom praised its production, lyrics, and versatility in comparison to her previous albums.
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Doja CatScarlet peaked at number four on the US Billboard 200, becoming Doja Cat's third top-ten entry on the chart. To support the album, she is embarking on the Scarlet Tour, her first arena tour as a headliner. The album received mostly positive reviews from critics, many of whom praised its production, lyrics, and versatility in comparison to her previous albums.
Genre(s): Hip hop, R&B
Producer(s): Ayo the Producer, Bangs, Sam Barsh, Beat Butcha, Brad!, Boobie, Cadenza, Doja Cat (also exec.), Rogét Chahayed, Jean-Baptiste Colbert, D.A. Got That Dope, Serg Dior, DJ Replay, Earl on the Beat, Fallen, Flip_00, Gent!, Jasper Harris, London on da Track, Kurtis McKenzie, Sean Momberger, Ben Nartey, Presley Regier, Scribz Riley, Devon Rhys Roberts, Rubin, Aaron Shadrow, Jay Versace, Yeti Beats, Y2K
Released: September 22nd, 2023
Year: 2023