Huh
Oooh
Hm
Go
Huh, huh
Thought I heard a bitch talking shit
Ain't nothing but straight tens in my clique
Don't make me drop you're mans pics real quick
If it's up then what's up, you can get it
Bitches mad cause when I post there's no edits
Face card scoring to high like my niggas credit
If this was the paper you would be a word in the text
But I'm the head-den
A bum bitch is what I'm smell-in
I'm de-generous, Ellen
Beating the beat like a, felon
Mmm ss mmm
I hit the gas like mmm
Body siting right with all this ass mmm
Face on ten without the mask mmm
I get first pick you get last mmm
I got the cash, no I got the sass
If he cute but cocky then I hit the pass
Running with this flow like I hit the dash
When I open the door my haters be my dash, ooh
Ouch, I hit them where it hurts
Ep going hard like I hit them with a torch
I might be kind-hearted but I give no remorse
Believe me when I say guys always leave much worse
Huh, huh
Thought I heard a bitch talking shit
Ain't nothing but straight tens in my clique
Don't make me drop you're mans pics real quick
If it's up then what's up, you can get it
Bitches mad cause when I post there's no edits
Face card scoring to high like my niggas credit
If this was the paper you would be a word in the text
But I'm the head-den
Nah I don't sweat it, my friends smoking, I'm chilling
Little bitch don't got an issue till my name being mentioned
My presence alone is enough to raise up all tensions
My face is at eleven while she stay working at seven, ooh
Stay being mad cause I got all this confidence
Cause I know that I'm the shit
Period, that's the end of the sentence
Ain't no question about it, yeah
Pop it, drop it, down low
Ain't no leaving this party till I bust it down on the floor
Shake it, shake it, shake some more
I come with a cause she come with a hoe
They mad cause I don't give a fuck like Montero
Keep my shit bumping on the stereo
Shake it like saucy, Santana, here we go
A bitch like me stay serving face and body goals, on god
Huh, huh
Thought I heard a bitch talking shit
Ain't nothing but straight tens in my clique
Don't make me drop you're mans pics real quick
If it's up then what's up, you can get it
Bitches mad cause when I post there's no edits
Face card scoring to high like my niggas credit
If this was the paper you would be a word in the text
But I'm the head-den
I'm the head-den, I'm the head-den, I'm the hahaha
I'm the head-den
Den, den-da, den, den
Den, den, den
Den, da-den, den, hm
Hm
Go
Huh, huh
Thought I heard a bitch talking shit
Ain't nothing but straight tens in my clique
Don't make me drop you're mans pics real quick
If it's up then what's up, you can get it
Bitches mad cause when I post there's no edits
Face card scoring to high like my niggas credit
If this was the paper you would be a word in the text
But I'm the head-den
A bum bitch is what I'm smell-in
I'm de-generous, Ellen
Beating the beat like a, felon
Mmm ss mmm
I hit the gas like mmm
Body siting right with all this ass mmm
Face on ten without the mask mmm
I get first pick you get last mmm
I got the cash, no I got the sass
If he cute but cocky then I hit the pass
Running with this flow like I hit the dash
When I open the door my haters be my dash, ooh
Ouch, I hit them where it hurts
Ep going hard like I hit them with a torch
I might be kind-hearted but I give no remorse
Believe me when I say guys always leave much worse
Huh, huh
Thought I heard a bitch talking shit
Ain't nothing but straight tens in my clique
Don't make me drop you're mans pics real quick
If it's up then what's up, you can get it
Bitches mad cause when I post there's no edits
Face card scoring to high like my niggas credit
If this was the paper you would be a word in the text
But I'm the head-den
Nah I don't sweat it, my friends smoking, I'm chilling
Little bitch don't got an issue till my name being mentioned
My presence alone is enough to raise up all tensions
My face is at eleven while she stay working at seven, ooh
Stay being mad cause I got all this confidence
Cause I know that I'm the shit
Period, that's the end of the sentence
Ain't no question about it, yeah
Pop it, drop it, down low
Ain't no leaving this party till I bust it down on the floor
Shake it, shake it, shake some more
I come with a cause she come with a hoe
They mad cause I don't give a fuck like Montero
Keep my shit bumping on the stereo
Shake it like saucy, Santana, here we go
A bitch like me stay serving face and body goals, on god
Huh, huh
Thought I heard a bitch talking shit
Ain't nothing but straight tens in my clique
Don't make me drop you're mans pics real quick
If it's up then what's up, you can get it
Bitches mad cause when I post there's no edits
Face card scoring to high like my niggas credit
If this was the paper you would be a word in the text
But I'm the head-den
I'm the head-den, I'm the head-den, I'm the hahaha
I'm the head-den
Den, den-da, den, den
Den, den, den
Den, da-den, den, hm
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Writer(s): Nathaniel Foster
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