SPOILED BITCH
I get what I want, and I don't wanna wait
You could call me impulsive, but I won't ever make you wait, nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah
Yeah, call me what you want 'cause a bitch ain't afraid
You can get nothin' from me, I'm fuckin' here to make my place, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
I think I got a problem
Someone help me solve it
Can't fuckin' help it when I really, really want it
I'm psycho, I'm psycho, I'm psycho, yeah
And I know, and I know
Guess I'm a spoiled bitch
I think you're fucking sick
(B-B-Bitch)
I'm sorry if I'm coming off like I'ma-
My mama gave me everything I wanted (I think you're fucking sick)
No, I won't stop until I get it
'Cause baby, you're the only thing that matters
Don't get it wrong, really want you 'round
Pour another round for the night, night
Make me feel alright, then I'll throw you out
(Throw you out, throw you out, so sorry, I'ma-)
(Throw you out, throw you out, so sorry, I'ma-)
It won't be so long 'til I set my eyes on another prize
It's so fun, fun gettin' what I want, yeah, I get my high
(Get my high, get my high, no, no, no)
(Get my high, get my high, get my high, get my high)
Bitch
I think you're fucking sick
(B-B-Bitch)
I'm sorry if I'm coming off like I'ma-
My mama gave me everything I wanted (I think you're fucking sick)
No, I won't stop until I get it
'Cause baby, you're the only thing that matters (b-b-bitch)
I'm sorry if I'm coming off like I'ma-
My mama gave me everything I wanted (I think you're fucking sick)
No, I won't stop until I get it
'Cause baby, you're the only thing that matters
'Cause I'm a spoiled bitch
Fuckin' sick
Bitch
Fuckin' sick
You could call me impulsive, but I won't ever make you wait, nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah
Yeah, call me what you want 'cause a bitch ain't afraid
You can get nothin' from me, I'm fuckin' here to make my place, yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
I think I got a problem
Someone help me solve it
Can't fuckin' help it when I really, really want it
I'm psycho, I'm psycho, I'm psycho, yeah
And I know, and I know
Guess I'm a spoiled bitch
I think you're fucking sick
(B-B-Bitch)
I'm sorry if I'm coming off like I'ma-
My mama gave me everything I wanted (I think you're fucking sick)
No, I won't stop until I get it
'Cause baby, you're the only thing that matters
Don't get it wrong, really want you 'round
Pour another round for the night, night
Make me feel alright, then I'll throw you out
(Throw you out, throw you out, so sorry, I'ma-)
(Throw you out, throw you out, so sorry, I'ma-)
It won't be so long 'til I set my eyes on another prize
It's so fun, fun gettin' what I want, yeah, I get my high
(Get my high, get my high, no, no, no)
(Get my high, get my high, get my high, get my high)
Bitch
I think you're fucking sick
(B-B-Bitch)
I'm sorry if I'm coming off like I'ma-
My mama gave me everything I wanted (I think you're fucking sick)
No, I won't stop until I get it
'Cause baby, you're the only thing that matters (b-b-bitch)
I'm sorry if I'm coming off like I'ma-
My mama gave me everything I wanted (I think you're fucking sick)
No, I won't stop until I get it
'Cause baby, you're the only thing that matters
'Cause I'm a spoiled bitch
Fuckin' sick
Bitch
Fuckin' sick
Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Snoreck, Tim Randolph, Tiffany Ruan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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