Wonder
Wonder why they hate on a bitch
Wonder why they hate on a bitch
I'm too old for this shit
To be tusslin' with you bitch
I'm gone jump on this horn
And call up my lil click
Send your addy and shit
When they shoot they don't miss
Keep they eyes up on the target
Gang of Roses round this bitch
Calling me big sis
Female gangstas in this shit
Put some respect on my name
Big Armani on mines bitch
Got your rent up on my wrist
Car note on my bracelet
Big ole diamonds in that bitch
And my shoes match my fit
I'll wipe your nose clean
like a fuckin toddler bitch
Change my purse to match my wig
Cook up dinner for my kids
Make sure they get fed
And I put 'em all to bed
Then I hit the damn club
To collect all of my bread
Wonder why they hate on a bitch
Wonder why they hate on a bitch
The nigga swore he made me
But that was his first mistake
He swore that he loved me
But he was full of hate
Dr Jekyll in the open
Mr Hyde can't wait
To show his ass behind closed doors
He tried to steal my fate
But he forgot just who I was
And that I do not break
I might bend but I won't fold
This nigga was too fake
I'm tryna get my name
On the Hollywood Walk of Fame
I set my goals high
Ain't no pleasure without the pain
Head up to the sky
Try to stay way from you lames
Tell my problems bye
Only one riding my lane
I'm saying quit playin hoe
Stop with all the hate
I'm spraying all you roachin' hoes
Just like some raid
Wonder why they hate on a bitch
Wonder why they hate on a bitch
Wonder why they hate on a bitch
I'm too old for this shit
To be tusslin' with you bitch
I'm gone jump on this horn
And call up my lil click
Send your addy and shit
When they shoot they don't miss
Keep they eyes up on the target
Gang of Roses round this bitch
Calling me big sis
Female gangstas in this shit
Put some respect on my name
Big Armani on mines bitch
Got your rent up on my wrist
Car note on my bracelet
Big ole diamonds in that bitch
And my shoes match my fit
I'll wipe your nose clean
like a fuckin toddler bitch
Change my purse to match my wig
Cook up dinner for my kids
Make sure they get fed
And I put 'em all to bed
Then I hit the damn club
To collect all of my bread
Wonder why they hate on a bitch
Wonder why they hate on a bitch
The nigga swore he made me
But that was his first mistake
He swore that he loved me
But he was full of hate
Dr Jekyll in the open
Mr Hyde can't wait
To show his ass behind closed doors
He tried to steal my fate
But he forgot just who I was
And that I do not break
I might bend but I won't fold
This nigga was too fake
I'm tryna get my name
On the Hollywood Walk of Fame
I set my goals high
Ain't no pleasure without the pain
Head up to the sky
Try to stay way from you lames
Tell my problems bye
Only one riding my lane
I'm saying quit playin hoe
Stop with all the hate
I'm spraying all you roachin' hoes
Just like some raid
Wonder why they hate on a bitch
Wonder why they hate on a bitch
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Writer(s): Cherie Satterwhite
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