Snacks
Spoil me
Spoil me
Spoil me with gifts
Spoil me
Yea yea yea
Can I
Yea yea yea
Yea
I know you tellin all your friends bout how you hate me
Remember how you ate me
I know you tellin all your friends bout how you hate me
Remember how you ate me
Can I
Just have you for dindin'
With some snacks in the fridge
You know how I live
Share with you I give
Got another rib
I'm all on your side like your kid
I'd share with you like you my best friend from high school
And only real bitches know I hit the high notes
On the stoop and chill
Baby, hit a lick
Spoil me with gifts
Spoil me with gifts
Yea
I'd share with you like you my best friend from high school
And only yea
And only real bitches know that I hit the high notes
I got the hookah lit
On the stoop and chill
Baby, hit a lick
Spoil me with gifts
Yea
I went hard this year
They not broke cause they met me
So baby let me
Will you let me
Your cup look half empty
Ya sound damn near crazy
Whys my name in your mouth
And I sound dope
Hard smoke
Don't complain about it
Telling all your friends bout how you hate me
Remember how you ate me
Yea
I know your telling all your friends bout how you hate me
Spoils me with gifts
Spoil me
Yea
And only real bitches know that
I hit the high notes
Spoil me
Spoil me with gifts
Spoil me
Yea yea yea
Can I
Yea yea yea
Yea
I know you tellin all your friends bout how you hate me
Remember how you ate me
I know you tellin all your friends bout how you hate me
Remember how you ate me
Can I
Just have you for dindin'
With some snacks in the fridge
You know how I live
Share with you I give
Got another rib
I'm all on your side like your kid
I'd share with you like you my best friend from high school
And only real bitches know I hit the high notes
On the stoop and chill
Baby, hit a lick
Spoil me with gifts
Spoil me with gifts
Yea
I'd share with you like you my best friend from high school
And only yea
And only real bitches know that I hit the high notes
I got the hookah lit
On the stoop and chill
Baby, hit a lick
Spoil me with gifts
Yea
I went hard this year
They not broke cause they met me
So baby let me
Will you let me
Your cup look half empty
Ya sound damn near crazy
Whys my name in your mouth
And I sound dope
Hard smoke
Don't complain about it
Telling all your friends bout how you hate me
Remember how you ate me
Yea
I know your telling all your friends bout how you hate me
Spoils me with gifts
Spoil me
Yea
And only real bitches know that
I hit the high notes
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Writer(s): Elle Greyy
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