Narcissist
I walk into a room with my bad attitude
Didn't momma ever tell you that it's rude to stare
Is it my legs in this dress
Is it something I said
Or the ice on my neck, cause you're looking there
You wanna hang with my friends
And hook up with my ex just to see what it's like to have sex with me
And if you're trying to be me just know it ain't easy
Cause this is the real thing, and it ain't cheap
Don't you wanna drive my car
Don't you wanna swipe my card
Don't you wanna break my heart
Well baby, that's not my fault
Well babe I know you think I'm selfish
I know you think I'm self-obsessed
Why don't you go ahead and say it
Baby, baby, baby, baby
I'm a narcissist
I'm the type that you'd take home to momma, but won't bring me back to your boys cause they'll want a taste
I'm the type that the nice guys chase
I'm the type that the girlfriends hate
Don't you wanna drive my car
Don't you wanna swipe my card
Don't you wanna break my heart
Well baby, that's not my fault
Well babe I know you think I'm selfish
I know you think I'm self-obsessed
Why don't you go ahead and say it
Baby, baby, baby, baby
I'm a narcissist
If a narcissist is a bad bitch with confidence
Then baby I'm all in
I'm selfish
Self-obsessed
I mean I'll go ahead and say it
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Well babe I know you think I'm selfish
Mama didn't raise no bitch
Say it, promise I can take it
Baby, baby, baby, baby
I'm a narcissist
Didn't momma ever tell you that it's rude to stare
Is it my legs in this dress
Is it something I said
Or the ice on my neck, cause you're looking there
You wanna hang with my friends
And hook up with my ex just to see what it's like to have sex with me
And if you're trying to be me just know it ain't easy
Cause this is the real thing, and it ain't cheap
Don't you wanna drive my car
Don't you wanna swipe my card
Don't you wanna break my heart
Well baby, that's not my fault
Well babe I know you think I'm selfish
I know you think I'm self-obsessed
Why don't you go ahead and say it
Baby, baby, baby, baby
I'm a narcissist
I'm the type that you'd take home to momma, but won't bring me back to your boys cause they'll want a taste
I'm the type that the nice guys chase
I'm the type that the girlfriends hate
Don't you wanna drive my car
Don't you wanna swipe my card
Don't you wanna break my heart
Well baby, that's not my fault
Well babe I know you think I'm selfish
I know you think I'm self-obsessed
Why don't you go ahead and say it
Baby, baby, baby, baby
I'm a narcissist
If a narcissist is a bad bitch with confidence
Then baby I'm all in
I'm selfish
Self-obsessed
I mean I'll go ahead and say it
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Well babe I know you think I'm selfish
Mama didn't raise no bitch
Say it, promise I can take it
Baby, baby, baby, baby
I'm a narcissist
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Writer(s): Autumn Marie Buysse, Emily Dini, Kennedy Floethe
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