Trader Hoes
What part of leave my shit alone
Do you not understand
Yes I like being alone
I hope they understand
Tried to be nice but niggas go and waste my time
I ain't the best but know this shit got be sublime
Tired of whitey fucking up the story of our lives
Think I'm stupid trust that I be seeing through the lies
Chasing this bag a bitch gonna have to call a cab
Know it could be worse shit really and that bad
Trader joes
Trader hoes
Creative growth and
Nobody knows
I only smile when I'm making money
Why all these niggas wanna run me
Today I affirm that it's the best day
Of my life
Proverbs thirty one but he ain't looking for a wife
In my feels lil nigga hurt me bad
Know i'm tough I's pick it up like grocery bags
Seeing colors every time I put my headphones on
They knew I was different had them shoes from Payless on
When I was young I didn't recognize myself
Now I'd be sick if I was anybody else
Trader joes
Trader hoes
Creative growth and
Nobody knows
I only smile when I'm making money
Why all these niggas wanna run me
Why all these niggas wanna run me
White girls love Frank Ocean
Imma start my potions
Mixing magic
Wreaking havoc
They be mad that
They can't have it
My shit ain't imitated
This how god made it
We be on the hate list
Have a merry Hate-mas
Y'all can kiss my anus
When my ass is A list
Trader joes
Trader hoes
Creative growth and
Nobody knows
I only smile when I'm making money
Why all these niggas wanna run me
Do you not understand
Yes I like being alone
I hope they understand
Tried to be nice but niggas go and waste my time
I ain't the best but know this shit got be sublime
Tired of whitey fucking up the story of our lives
Think I'm stupid trust that I be seeing through the lies
Chasing this bag a bitch gonna have to call a cab
Know it could be worse shit really and that bad
Trader joes
Trader hoes
Creative growth and
Nobody knows
I only smile when I'm making money
Why all these niggas wanna run me
Today I affirm that it's the best day
Of my life
Proverbs thirty one but he ain't looking for a wife
In my feels lil nigga hurt me bad
Know i'm tough I's pick it up like grocery bags
Seeing colors every time I put my headphones on
They knew I was different had them shoes from Payless on
When I was young I didn't recognize myself
Now I'd be sick if I was anybody else
Trader joes
Trader hoes
Creative growth and
Nobody knows
I only smile when I'm making money
Why all these niggas wanna run me
Why all these niggas wanna run me
White girls love Frank Ocean
Imma start my potions
Mixing magic
Wreaking havoc
They be mad that
They can't have it
My shit ain't imitated
This how god made it
We be on the hate list
Have a merry Hate-mas
Y'all can kiss my anus
When my ass is A list
Trader joes
Trader hoes
Creative growth and
Nobody knows
I only smile when I'm making money
Why all these niggas wanna run me
Credits
Writer(s): Deja Sadler
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