Differences
(Th-th-that's Fyre)
I am that bitch and I know 'cause I said it
Don't gotta gas me up, sis, I'm unleaded
Think that you got it, you still tryna get it
Think he a dog 'til I pull up and vet him
Pussy too sweet, now that boy diabetic
Bought it in cash, I ain't gotta use credit
Don't give a fuck in this F-F-F-FENDI
Thought you compared to me, now I'm offended
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference, bitch
(Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Me and these bitches ain't on the same level
I talk to God and they speak to the devil
Foot on the gas, they ain't reachin' the pedal
Way that I'm winnin' I need me a medal
I'm golden, I'm G.O.A.T-ed, I'm shootin', I'm Curry
My shot's in 4K and these bitches is blurry
Your body straight, but these nigga like me 'cause I'm curvy
I was gon' diss you, but, bitch, you ain't worthy
Who the fuck told you that you compared to me?
Bitch, I'm like a million dollars, you like a band to me
I'm a lead singer, hoe, go and sit in the stands for me
I do what the fuck I want, do what you can for me ("What's that?")
Shut the fuck up
Wanna open up your mouth? I got a dick you can suck
And niggas think I'm actin' brand new
Got their panties in a knot, Bantu
But you, you, and you all been knew what's up
I am that bitch and I know 'cause I said it
Don't gotta gas me up, sis, I'm unleaded
Think that you got it, you still tryna get it
Think he a dog 'til I pull up and vet him
Pussy too sweet, now that boy diabetic
Bought it in cash, I ain't gotta use credit
Don't give a fuck in this F-F-F-FENDI
Thought you compared to me, now I'm offended
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference, bitch
(Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Ay, hold up, hold up, hold up, wait
You thought you was fuckin' with who? (You fuckin' with who?)
Bitch, please, be for real
Hoe, tell the truth (hoe, tell the truth)
None of you hoes could do a one-two step in my shoes
These Louboutins when I drop, it's a wrap, I'm puttin' a doobie in
I'm a queen, bitch, look at the skin, it's Nubian
This pussy way too good to let a goofy in
Bitch wanna be like me (be like me), ride a beat like me (beat like me)
Tryna steal my identity, let me see you ID (see yo ID)
Me you could never be, these niggas ain't kin to me
Even if my name was Bar-B-I-E
I bar these hoes up, shut these hoes down (down)
When I'm in the building, yup, it goes down (goes down)
Really killin' bitches hands and toes down (toes down)
If you didn't know it then, bet you know now (know now)
I can see the difference between (bet you know now, now)
You and me so clearly (bet you know now, now)
I am that bitch and I know 'cause I said it
Don't gotta gas me up, sis, I'm unleaded
Think that you got it, you still tryna get it
Think he a dog 'til I pull up and vet him
Pussy too sweet, now that boy diabetic
Bought it in cash, I ain't gotta use credit
Don't give a fuck in this F-F-F-FENDI
Thought you compared to me, now I'm offended
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference, bitch
I am that bitch and I know 'cause I said it
Don't gotta gas me up, sis, I'm unleaded
Think that you got it, you still tryna get it
Think he a dog 'til I pull up and vet him
Pussy too sweet, now that boy diabetic
Bought it in cash, I ain't gotta use credit
Don't give a fuck in this F-F-F-FENDI
Thought you compared to me, now I'm offended
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference, bitch
(Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Me and these bitches ain't on the same level
I talk to God and they speak to the devil
Foot on the gas, they ain't reachin' the pedal
Way that I'm winnin' I need me a medal
I'm golden, I'm G.O.A.T-ed, I'm shootin', I'm Curry
My shot's in 4K and these bitches is blurry
Your body straight, but these nigga like me 'cause I'm curvy
I was gon' diss you, but, bitch, you ain't worthy
Who the fuck told you that you compared to me?
Bitch, I'm like a million dollars, you like a band to me
I'm a lead singer, hoe, go and sit in the stands for me
I do what the fuck I want, do what you can for me ("What's that?")
Shut the fuck up
Wanna open up your mouth? I got a dick you can suck
And niggas think I'm actin' brand new
Got their panties in a knot, Bantu
But you, you, and you all been knew what's up
I am that bitch and I know 'cause I said it
Don't gotta gas me up, sis, I'm unleaded
Think that you got it, you still tryna get it
Think he a dog 'til I pull up and vet him
Pussy too sweet, now that boy diabetic
Bought it in cash, I ain't gotta use credit
Don't give a fuck in this F-F-F-FENDI
Thought you compared to me, now I'm offended
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference, bitch
(Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Ay, hold up, hold up, hold up, wait
You thought you was fuckin' with who? (You fuckin' with who?)
Bitch, please, be for real
Hoe, tell the truth (hoe, tell the truth)
None of you hoes could do a one-two step in my shoes
These Louboutins when I drop, it's a wrap, I'm puttin' a doobie in
I'm a queen, bitch, look at the skin, it's Nubian
This pussy way too good to let a goofy in
Bitch wanna be like me (be like me), ride a beat like me (beat like me)
Tryna steal my identity, let me see you ID (see yo ID)
Me you could never be, these niggas ain't kin to me
Even if my name was Bar-B-I-E
I bar these hoes up, shut these hoes down (down)
When I'm in the building, yup, it goes down (goes down)
Really killin' bitches hands and toes down (toes down)
If you didn't know it then, bet you know now (know now)
I can see the difference between (bet you know now, now)
You and me so clearly (bet you know now, now)
I am that bitch and I know 'cause I said it
Don't gotta gas me up, sis, I'm unleaded
Think that you got it, you still tryna get it
Think he a dog 'til I pull up and vet him
Pussy too sweet, now that boy diabetic
Bought it in cash, I ain't gotta use credit
Don't give a fuck in this F-F-F-FENDI
Thought you compared to me, now I'm offended
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference
Bitch, look at you (look at you), look at me (look at me)
I know that you see the difference, bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Tate Sequoya Farris, Young Fyre, Tramaine Winfrey
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Tate Tuesday, Vol. 1
- Grip (feat. Charisse Sky) [Challenge Remix] - Single
- Grip (Sped Up/Slowed Down) - Single
- Grip (Acapella/Instrumental) - Single
- Baby Tate Presents - Sexploration: The Musical
- Baby Tate Presents - Sexploration: The Musical - EP
- Jersey - Single
- Jersey
- My Biznazz - Single
- Sl*t Him Out Bundle
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