Lyrics
Pull on my hair
Whisper in my ear
You gon fuck my shit up
Good girl for forever and ever
I know I know better
I don't give a fuck
Tryna bag a hubby
Nobody committed
To nothing enough
I fucks wit me
Only me touching me
God forgive me,
I do give Fuck
Born in the 80s
Of course my shit crack
Baby I only
Make money to stack
Lately I feel like my ADHD
Is the reason I need a new
Whip every season
I can't fuck with
Broke or boring
Drama and cash
Rough dick and
Nigga you scoring
Go head
Put a ring on my finger
My ex's will tell ya
I'll rock it
Then give you the finger
All of my niggas is fresh
Trust
All of my niggas
Done been through da wringer
All of my niggas is fine
No hoe shit
Just one of them niggas is mine
Miss me with
Can we spend time
Some deposits later
I just might shoot you a line
I need it in bills by 5
Please be on time
Got a gentleman caller for 9
Only one hitting the pussy is Papi that said fuck a P90
This is an uzi
hondureño papi truly
Don't get it twisted
Negrito
Brownskin and coolie
When he done eating the Coochie
My pussy gets slapped by his Hanging jewelry
I see good bitches giving it up
Giving it for what
Make a nigga do enough
Or be lonely
I'm lonely
Yeah girl
You know I'm lonely
Bored as fuck
With every motherfuck
Need a whole bunch of stuff Not dick and money
But fuck it
I'll be lonely
That's right honey
I'll be a lonely chick
Cuz he don't know
What he's missing
Oh no
He don't know what he's missing
I'd suck a dick
All the way down my throat Pussy so tight
I make a little dick macho
I'm on my natural shit
Tummy soft ass is thick
Fuck transferring my shit
You's a perfected chick
Still treated like a bitch
Sucking some hoes pussy
Right off your zaddy's dick
That's some nasty shit
And how it taste
Nasty, nasty, nasty
Oh shit
Look bitch
You mad as shit
Look Bitch
Your man wanna trick
Hooked
And I don't want
None of that
Goofy shit you rocking with
Just look at my lips
They just wanna kiss me
They sending me gifts, yup
But all that I really want
Is a real one on my hip
I'm so lonely
I'm lonely
Yeah girl
You know I'm lonely
Bored as fuck
With every motherfuck
Need a whole bunch of stuff not dick and money
But like fuck it
I'll be lonely
I'll be lonely
So fuck it
They love me for me
They love me for
Born in the 80s
Of course my shit real
I'm giving him something
I know he can feel
Your pussy loose
Get a grip before I steal
You're meal ticket
Because your nigga is
More than a meal
Bitch I'm from Brooklyn
I'm ready to build
Bitch I'm from Brownsville
I came for the kill
Never ran never will
Keep your pills
I'm real ill
I'll real sick
I'm here spitting and itching
For mills
Thy will be done
And thy will be paid
I'm gonna make
Ten million dollars
Before I'm a
Sit myself down and say
Look at then
And look at today
Look at them and
Then look at me
Yo they ain't focused
On what I'm saying
Oh no they ain't focused
On what we saying
They love me for me
Make him eat it
When he's doing to much
Let him touch it
Make him wait
Before you bust it open
A nigga will wait on that thing
Make him wait like
Baby mommas wait on rings
WRITERS
Adeka Stupart, Michael Jordan
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O DistroKid
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