Princess
Listen
I am the center of attention
Me and my homies claim christian
But when I'm in church, I can never just listen
Fuck up the sermon, I'm a menace
But when I tooth smile, that's the ticket to forgiveness
Truth bomb, I'm a missionary expert
Spelling out alphabet letters 'til my neck hurt
(Yeah)
Bleed only if I hit pavement
Peanut butter jelly how I'm mushing up my cadence
The pushin' I be doing is outrageous
Baby said my legs look good, that's my favorite
But I ain't really into conversation
Put a vinyl on, that's my primary language
Played a tribal song, it was 20 minutes long
Let me get my paint on
Shit's about to get dangerous
(Is ya'll ready?)
(Yeah!)
(Is ya'll ready?)
Stop it
The people at this party are obnoxious
So many wannabes I'm starting to be nauseous
Skin glow, lights low, feeling toxic
On my George Luke while I'm sitting in the cockpit
Big brain, kick game, caught my interest
Saw my fit pic pinned all over her Pinterest
I took her out for açaí and then sex
Wanted nicknames, told her she could call me princess
(Is ya'll ready?)
(Yeah!)
She could call me princess
(Is ya'll ready?)
(Yeah!)
(Is ya'll ready?)
Fuck it
CC on my belt, it's like a signal of validity
See me doing well, wearing denim made in Italy
Simi Valley flight
30,000 feet high
And I do not see a single female not feeling me
When I was 11 had a run in with a princess
Oh, that's my reflection
Look at my complexion
Diamonds in my eyes I had a jewelry erection
Fuck, that was aggressive
(Keep that shit goin'!)
Fast forward, nineteen, I don't put up with the bullshit
Quit my job on sight and I'm never going back
Supervisor wanna be me, I could see it in his eyes
But bitch you not a princess
Bitch I am a princess
Pull up to the break room
Dress on a million
Hop up on the table, I feel like Bobby Shmurda
Tore that bitch up wearing brands you haven't heard of
No, it's not a fable
This shit really happened
Burnout in the parking lot, it's sure to get reaction
Turn up at the red light, I'm fuckin' up the traffic
Women wanna be me 'til they notice what I'm packin'
Then it turn to interest
Bitch I am a princess
(Is ya'll ready?)
(Yeah!)
(Is ya'll ready?)
Bitch I am a princess
(Is ya'll ready?)
(Yeah!)
(Is ya'll ready?)
Bitch I am a princess
I am the center of attention
Me and my homies claim christian
But when I'm in church, I can never just listen
Fuck up the sermon, I'm a menace
But when I tooth smile, that's the ticket to forgiveness
Truth bomb, I'm a missionary expert
Spelling out alphabet letters 'til my neck hurt
(Yeah)
Bleed only if I hit pavement
Peanut butter jelly how I'm mushing up my cadence
The pushin' I be doing is outrageous
Baby said my legs look good, that's my favorite
But I ain't really into conversation
Put a vinyl on, that's my primary language
Played a tribal song, it was 20 minutes long
Let me get my paint on
Shit's about to get dangerous
(Is ya'll ready?)
(Yeah!)
(Is ya'll ready?)
Stop it
The people at this party are obnoxious
So many wannabes I'm starting to be nauseous
Skin glow, lights low, feeling toxic
On my George Luke while I'm sitting in the cockpit
Big brain, kick game, caught my interest
Saw my fit pic pinned all over her Pinterest
I took her out for açaí and then sex
Wanted nicknames, told her she could call me princess
(Is ya'll ready?)
(Yeah!)
She could call me princess
(Is ya'll ready?)
(Yeah!)
(Is ya'll ready?)
Fuck it
CC on my belt, it's like a signal of validity
See me doing well, wearing denim made in Italy
Simi Valley flight
30,000 feet high
And I do not see a single female not feeling me
When I was 11 had a run in with a princess
Oh, that's my reflection
Look at my complexion
Diamonds in my eyes I had a jewelry erection
Fuck, that was aggressive
(Keep that shit goin'!)
Fast forward, nineteen, I don't put up with the bullshit
Quit my job on sight and I'm never going back
Supervisor wanna be me, I could see it in his eyes
But bitch you not a princess
Bitch I am a princess
Pull up to the break room
Dress on a million
Hop up on the table, I feel like Bobby Shmurda
Tore that bitch up wearing brands you haven't heard of
No, it's not a fable
This shit really happened
Burnout in the parking lot, it's sure to get reaction
Turn up at the red light, I'm fuckin' up the traffic
Women wanna be me 'til they notice what I'm packin'
Then it turn to interest
Bitch I am a princess
(Is ya'll ready?)
(Yeah!)
(Is ya'll ready?)
Bitch I am a princess
(Is ya'll ready?)
(Yeah!)
(Is ya'll ready?)
Bitch I am a princess
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Writer(s): Channon Schuerger
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