pop slut
Talk shit, yeah go ahead talk shit
Talk shit, yea go ahead talk shit
Got a skinny girlfriend, not a fat bitch
Why your bitch staring, when I hop up on stage
I got two Moncler jackets, you don't know the name
I got the oxy o-oxy, she knows that you're a lame
She's so sweet like candy, I'm not the one to blame
Blame it on the drugs, babe I love it how we fuck
We can go backstage if you wanna feel my love
If you're not real get the fuck out
I know this girl online, and she told me you're a slut now
Ecstasy pills at the rave, you know I cop that
Tripping off the molly and drugs, you know I love that
Pull up to chanel got on all my hairspray
Feel like Andrew Tate, fucking hoes then I replay
Why your bitch staring, when I hop up on stage
I got two Moncler jackets, you don't know the name
I got the oxy o-oxy, she knows that you're a lame
She's so sweet like candy, I'm not the one to blame
Why your bitch staring, when I hop up on stage
I got two Moncler jackets, you don't know the name
I got the oxy o-oxy, she knows that you're a lame
She's so sweet like candy, I'm not the one to blame
Talk shit, yeah go ahead talk shit
Talk shit, yea go ahead talk shit
Got a skinny girlfriend, not a fat bitch
In her Abercrombie, what a bad bitch
Snorting all the xanax, snorting all the xanax
Off too many meds yeah, I think she going manic
Hitting all the licks, yeah I know she love a bandit
Cut my fucking wrist off, leave me stranded
Talk shit, yeah go ahead talk shit
Talk shit, yea go ahead talk shit
Got a skinny girlfriend, not a fat bitch
In her Abercrombie, what a bad bitch
Snorting all the xanax, snorting all the xanax
Off too many meds yeah, I think she going manic
Hitting all the licks, yeah I know she love a bandit
Cut my fucking wrist off, leave me stranded
Why your bitch staring, when I hop up on stage
I got two Moncler jackets, you don't know the name
I got the oxy o-oxy, she knows that you're a lame
She's so sweet like candy, I'm not the one to blame
Why your bitch staring, when I hop up on stage
I got two Moncler jackets, you don't know the name
I got the oxy o-oxy, she knows that you're a lame
She's so sweet like candy, I'm not the one to blame
Talk shit, yea go ahead talk shit
Got a skinny girlfriend, not a fat bitch
Why your bitch staring, when I hop up on stage
I got two Moncler jackets, you don't know the name
I got the oxy o-oxy, she knows that you're a lame
She's so sweet like candy, I'm not the one to blame
Blame it on the drugs, babe I love it how we fuck
We can go backstage if you wanna feel my love
If you're not real get the fuck out
I know this girl online, and she told me you're a slut now
Ecstasy pills at the rave, you know I cop that
Tripping off the molly and drugs, you know I love that
Pull up to chanel got on all my hairspray
Feel like Andrew Tate, fucking hoes then I replay
Why your bitch staring, when I hop up on stage
I got two Moncler jackets, you don't know the name
I got the oxy o-oxy, she knows that you're a lame
She's so sweet like candy, I'm not the one to blame
Why your bitch staring, when I hop up on stage
I got two Moncler jackets, you don't know the name
I got the oxy o-oxy, she knows that you're a lame
She's so sweet like candy, I'm not the one to blame
Talk shit, yeah go ahead talk shit
Talk shit, yea go ahead talk shit
Got a skinny girlfriend, not a fat bitch
In her Abercrombie, what a bad bitch
Snorting all the xanax, snorting all the xanax
Off too many meds yeah, I think she going manic
Hitting all the licks, yeah I know she love a bandit
Cut my fucking wrist off, leave me stranded
Talk shit, yeah go ahead talk shit
Talk shit, yea go ahead talk shit
Got a skinny girlfriend, not a fat bitch
In her Abercrombie, what a bad bitch
Snorting all the xanax, snorting all the xanax
Off too many meds yeah, I think she going manic
Hitting all the licks, yeah I know she love a bandit
Cut my fucking wrist off, leave me stranded
Why your bitch staring, when I hop up on stage
I got two Moncler jackets, you don't know the name
I got the oxy o-oxy, she knows that you're a lame
She's so sweet like candy, I'm not the one to blame
Why your bitch staring, when I hop up on stage
I got two Moncler jackets, you don't know the name
I got the oxy o-oxy, she knows that you're a lame
She's so sweet like candy, I'm not the one to blame
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Writer(s): Syris Akemi
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