Clipped
Now that it's clipped, I'ma tell it how it is
I know it's hard to come to terms with the fact that I'm no longer your bitch
See you got a new whip, and that shit don't impress me
I was lookin' for a bestie, but you was too busy tryna sex me
Requestin' penetration with no conversation
Good conversation leads to the best penetration
Take me on a vacation, but them trips don't amaze me
I've been around the world and nigga I still can't find my baby
Yeah, I got a new baby, and he smooth with the ladies
Good communication is that one thing that I be cravin'
You wanna cop me a bag then put me in my bag
Invite me to your crib and stomp ya feet like a kid
See I was 'bout it 'bout it and I never touched your wallet
But you was used to fuckin' with bitches that didn't make deposits
When will these niggas learn that I ain't the one to play with?
Karma's gonna get you for the manipulation
I gave all my fucks and that wasn't enough
Now you all alone in the tub with the yellow rubber ducks
It's duck-duck goose, it's time to get the fuck
Get the fuck ASAP, gimme my kitty back
It's clipped, ah, me and you is clipped
I'm nipped, and I'm tucked, I'm snatched now I'm up
Gimme my kitty back 'fore I put you on blast, I'm the best you ever had
Me and you is clipped, I'm nipped, and I'm tucked
I'm snatched now I'm up
(Hop off my rocket ship and when you dip don't forget to leave a tip)
I hope the next chick you pick know how to suck dick
Cook clean and fuck, get you hooked on the puss'
I hope she know how to douche and how to read a book
Make sure you tell her I got the mean right hook
And if you watch how I'm movin' repeat the process
Don't let my progress be the root of all your stress
Let's nip it in the bud but remember I'm the plug
I'm the plug and the drug, you can't duplicate my love
I could tell that you ain't never had another broad challenge some of your thoughts
So admit that you was frontin' when you said that you was ready for Boogie the boss
Now you wanna cop a stock 'cause you know I'm boutta pop
Vogue magazine lookin' like Henny on the rocks
I'ma wash my hands 'cause I ain't lookin' for no man
I'm just tryna cop a tan body givin' summer jam, meow
I know it's hard to come to terms with the fact that I'm no longer your bitch
See you got a new whip, and that shit don't impress me
I was lookin' for a bestie, but you was too busy tryna sex me
Requestin' penetration with no conversation
Good conversation leads to the best penetration
Take me on a vacation, but them trips don't amaze me
I've been around the world and nigga I still can't find my baby
Yeah, I got a new baby, and he smooth with the ladies
Good communication is that one thing that I be cravin'
You wanna cop me a bag then put me in my bag
Invite me to your crib and stomp ya feet like a kid
See I was 'bout it 'bout it and I never touched your wallet
But you was used to fuckin' with bitches that didn't make deposits
When will these niggas learn that I ain't the one to play with?
Karma's gonna get you for the manipulation
I gave all my fucks and that wasn't enough
Now you all alone in the tub with the yellow rubber ducks
It's duck-duck goose, it's time to get the fuck
Get the fuck ASAP, gimme my kitty back
It's clipped, ah, me and you is clipped
I'm nipped, and I'm tucked, I'm snatched now I'm up
Gimme my kitty back 'fore I put you on blast, I'm the best you ever had
Me and you is clipped, I'm nipped, and I'm tucked
I'm snatched now I'm up
(Hop off my rocket ship and when you dip don't forget to leave a tip)
I hope the next chick you pick know how to suck dick
Cook clean and fuck, get you hooked on the puss'
I hope she know how to douche and how to read a book
Make sure you tell her I got the mean right hook
And if you watch how I'm movin' repeat the process
Don't let my progress be the root of all your stress
Let's nip it in the bud but remember I'm the plug
I'm the plug and the drug, you can't duplicate my love
I could tell that you ain't never had another broad challenge some of your thoughts
So admit that you was frontin' when you said that you was ready for Boogie the boss
Now you wanna cop a stock 'cause you know I'm boutta pop
Vogue magazine lookin' like Henny on the rocks
I'ma wash my hands 'cause I ain't lookin' for no man
I'm just tryna cop a tan body givin' summer jam, meow
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Writer(s): Rose Rayos
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