Bullet
Who the fuck you calling?
I'm that girl you couldn't get and now you hate me for it
I'm not asking for it
Don't you ever touch my hair unless you're paid to cut it
Excuse me where you going
I don't want to get to know you
I don't want to give my number
I can feel your gearbox slowing
Conversation isn't flowing
I can feel your red cheeks glowing
Is it too much for your ego
When I say see ya amigo
I'm not asking for it
I know what you want
I know what you want
I don't owe you one
I'm a rocket, I hit
Like a bullet son
Like a bullet son
You ain't getting none
I'm not asking for it
I know what you want
I know what you want
I don't owe you one
I'm a rocket, I hit
Like a bullet son
Like a bullet son
You ain't getting none
It's my prerogative
I don't dress up to impress you're such a narcissist
I'm not ashamed of it
It's my body, it's my mind, do what I want with it
Cat caller on the streets
Why do you always bother me?
On your rooftop in the heat
I hope you fall from 40 feet
Pulling up in shiny cars
Won't hide your dull demeanour
If I kiss you in a bar
It doesn't mean you'll get that far
I'm not asking for it
I know what you want
I know what you want
I don't owe you one
I'm a rocket, I hit
Like a bullet son
Like a bullet son
You ain't getting none
I'm not asking for it
I know what you want
I know what you want
I don't owe you one
I'm a rocket, I hit
Like a bullet son
Like a bullet son
You ain't getting none
Bitches and hoes
Diamonds and gold
Ice around my neck
So that everybody knows
Bitches and hoes
Bend over to your toes
I talk about my dick
Coz my brain is fucking slow
Bitches and hoes
Diamonds and gold
Ice around my neck
So that everybody knows
Bitches and hoes
Bend over to your toes
I talk about my dick
Coz my brain is fucking slow
I'm not asking for it
I know what you want
I know what you want
I don't owe you one
I'm not asking for it
I know what you want
I know what you want
You ain't getting none
I'm not asking for it
I know what you want
I know what you want
I don't owe you one
I'm a rocket, I hit
Like a bullet son
Like a bullet son
You ain't getting none
(I'm not asking for it)
I'm that girl you couldn't get and now you hate me for it
I'm not asking for it
Don't you ever touch my hair unless you're paid to cut it
Excuse me where you going
I don't want to get to know you
I don't want to give my number
I can feel your gearbox slowing
Conversation isn't flowing
I can feel your red cheeks glowing
Is it too much for your ego
When I say see ya amigo
I'm not asking for it
I know what you want
I know what you want
I don't owe you one
I'm a rocket, I hit
Like a bullet son
Like a bullet son
You ain't getting none
I'm not asking for it
I know what you want
I know what you want
I don't owe you one
I'm a rocket, I hit
Like a bullet son
Like a bullet son
You ain't getting none
It's my prerogative
I don't dress up to impress you're such a narcissist
I'm not ashamed of it
It's my body, it's my mind, do what I want with it
Cat caller on the streets
Why do you always bother me?
On your rooftop in the heat
I hope you fall from 40 feet
Pulling up in shiny cars
Won't hide your dull demeanour
If I kiss you in a bar
It doesn't mean you'll get that far
I'm not asking for it
I know what you want
I know what you want
I don't owe you one
I'm a rocket, I hit
Like a bullet son
Like a bullet son
You ain't getting none
I'm not asking for it
I know what you want
I know what you want
I don't owe you one
I'm a rocket, I hit
Like a bullet son
Like a bullet son
You ain't getting none
Bitches and hoes
Diamonds and gold
Ice around my neck
So that everybody knows
Bitches and hoes
Bend over to your toes
I talk about my dick
Coz my brain is fucking slow
Bitches and hoes
Diamonds and gold
Ice around my neck
So that everybody knows
Bitches and hoes
Bend over to your toes
I talk about my dick
Coz my brain is fucking slow
I'm not asking for it
I know what you want
I know what you want
I don't owe you one
I'm not asking for it
I know what you want
I know what you want
You ain't getting none
I'm not asking for it
I know what you want
I know what you want
I don't owe you one
I'm a rocket, I hit
Like a bullet son
Like a bullet son
You ain't getting none
(I'm not asking for it)
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Writer(s): Georgia Mary South, Jeremy Abbiss, Amy Zipporah Azizeh Love
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