On My Daddy
Yo
Ye, ye
Maximum Volume
Yo
Brianna Lee, yo
I'm winnin', I'm winning
It ain't no debate bitch
I swear to God
On my daddy, I'm the greatest, yeah
I'm hot like the summer, still cold like the winter, still cold
Best of both worlds, y'all bitches can't fuck with it
No competition, bitch, you know that I'm with it
I stay on my grind, Ion fuck with these niggas
I ain't a killer, but nigga don't push me
My eyes on the prize, I'm focused on money
Drillin' and drilling, shit keep getting deeper
My lyrics are fye and y'all lyrics are weak, ye
Multiple people tell me I'm the shit
I go by society, know I'm that bitch
Fuck whoever talkin', I know who I'm with
Get with the team cause I ain't gonna quit
You can suck, you can sit, you can hop on this dick
Whatever is best for you, bitch
You ain't shit, ye, ye
Ye, ye, yo
Niggas gon' always have something to say
I know you ain't real
See it all in yo face
Going through shit, I know y'all can't relate
They switchin' up, I see it everyday, like, woah
I got a lot on my plate
Tryna' stop my mind from going insane, going insane
They try to slander and damage my name
Moving in silence, I hope it ain't too late, goddamn
I be inna' stu, what you do
Learning how to move without you
I'm good, yeah, yeah
Shawty you don't vibe with the crew
Or maybe we ain't even feelin' you
You know it, yeah
Ye, ye
Maximum Volume
Yo
Brianna Lee, yo
I'm winnin', I'm winning
It ain't no debate bitch
I swear to God
On my daddy, I'm the greatest, yeah
I'm hot like the summer, still cold like the winter, still cold
Best of both worlds, y'all bitches can't fuck with it
No competition, bitch, you know that I'm with it
I stay on my grind, Ion fuck with these niggas
I ain't a killer, but nigga don't push me
My eyes on the prize, I'm focused on money
Drillin' and drilling, shit keep getting deeper
My lyrics are fye and y'all lyrics are weak, ye
Multiple people tell me I'm the shit
I go by society, know I'm that bitch
Fuck whoever talkin', I know who I'm with
Get with the team cause I ain't gonna quit
You can suck, you can sit, you can hop on this dick
Whatever is best for you, bitch
You ain't shit, ye, ye
Ye, ye, yo
Niggas gon' always have something to say
I know you ain't real
See it all in yo face
Going through shit, I know y'all can't relate
They switchin' up, I see it everyday, like, woah
I got a lot on my plate
Tryna' stop my mind from going insane, going insane
They try to slander and damage my name
Moving in silence, I hope it ain't too late, goddamn
I be inna' stu, what you do
Learning how to move without you
I'm good, yeah, yeah
Shawty you don't vibe with the crew
Or maybe we ain't even feelin' you
You know it, yeah
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Writer(s): Brianna Lee
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