Fiddle and Flute It (RAW)
Played a bitch like a fiddle and flute it.
Just saying shit
That's how I was
"Don't change it, Trin"
Just keep it
Keep all that
Keep all that
Miss Blaze
Ouuuu,
You got me fucked up
You got me
Ouuuu
You got me fucked up
Creeping
Look at me
He just put it on me so good
In his drawls
Playing house, I'm stuck on stupid
Played a bitch like a fiddle and fluted
I'mma charge it to the game
Bet I shake back
How many bitches do you know that can say that
In my bones, in my limp
I'm a Mississippi pimp
Really was tryna stop this playa'
I be liking to be a simp
I been close with the man, uh
This ain't new relationships
Face it
Mhmmm
Nothing like ya' old hits
I be proper, and I'm ratchet
He like how I code switch
Dixie Chick, and I like fashion
I just need the dough, bitch
Still, ain't no poor bitch
Ttch, Ttch!
Expensive taste
Spinning it and spending it
On me, he broke the bank
That's why I'm grinning and grinning and I'm grinning in y'all face
When I talk about him
Knew something was off about him
If looks could kill,
I would have billed his bills to the mortician
'Cause I'm mugging hard as fuck
Every chance that I'm given
I'm not your Southern Belle
I'm not your Dolly Parton
You can not give me peace
You only bring me problems
Fucking my head up, act like it's my fault
Think we should take it slow
Let's not take it at all
I'm not your Dolly Parton
I'm not your southern belle
You do not bring me peace
You only give me hell
Fucking my head up, act like it's my fault
Think we should take it slow
Let's not take it at all
Magnolia Mama
He want a down south bitch
I'm eating turkey necks
I got him eating crawfish
I'm standing bowleg
Him too, he just like me
How you do all that
And you couldn't just stop cheating
But I had thought that
Raw bitch was all you needed
Body smoking
Like a big blunt, I'm heated
I'm open to dinner if you are buying
I'm rolling way more than crying
He trolling, I got him spying
Looking ass
Witcho' looking ass
Ouuuu, you got me fucked up
You got me
Ouuuu, you got me fucked up
Mhm
This how he played it
Like a fiddle and fluted
Like a fiddle and flute it
Miss Blaze
Just saying shit
That's how I was
"Don't change it, Trin"
Just keep it
Keep all that
Keep all that
Miss Blaze
Ouuuu,
You got me fucked up
You got me
Ouuuu
You got me fucked up
Creeping
Look at me
He just put it on me so good
In his drawls
Playing house, I'm stuck on stupid
Played a bitch like a fiddle and fluted
I'mma charge it to the game
Bet I shake back
How many bitches do you know that can say that
In my bones, in my limp
I'm a Mississippi pimp
Really was tryna stop this playa'
I be liking to be a simp
I been close with the man, uh
This ain't new relationships
Face it
Mhmmm
Nothing like ya' old hits
I be proper, and I'm ratchet
He like how I code switch
Dixie Chick, and I like fashion
I just need the dough, bitch
Still, ain't no poor bitch
Ttch, Ttch!
Expensive taste
Spinning it and spending it
On me, he broke the bank
That's why I'm grinning and grinning and I'm grinning in y'all face
When I talk about him
Knew something was off about him
If looks could kill,
I would have billed his bills to the mortician
'Cause I'm mugging hard as fuck
Every chance that I'm given
I'm not your Southern Belle
I'm not your Dolly Parton
You can not give me peace
You only bring me problems
Fucking my head up, act like it's my fault
Think we should take it slow
Let's not take it at all
I'm not your Dolly Parton
I'm not your southern belle
You do not bring me peace
You only give me hell
Fucking my head up, act like it's my fault
Think we should take it slow
Let's not take it at all
Magnolia Mama
He want a down south bitch
I'm eating turkey necks
I got him eating crawfish
I'm standing bowleg
Him too, he just like me
How you do all that
And you couldn't just stop cheating
But I had thought that
Raw bitch was all you needed
Body smoking
Like a big blunt, I'm heated
I'm open to dinner if you are buying
I'm rolling way more than crying
He trolling, I got him spying
Looking ass
Witcho' looking ass
Ouuuu, you got me fucked up
You got me
Ouuuu, you got me fucked up
Mhm
This how he played it
Like a fiddle and fluted
Like a fiddle and flute it
Miss Blaze
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Writer(s): Triniti Simmons
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