Banana Peel
(Uh)
I'm that fucking girl
I turn these niggas to fanatics (aye)
And my body holy shmokin
Lemme take you to salvation (Hallelujah! Preach!)
Pussy out this world
Yeah, they call that shit galactic (uh)
You could never get that close (ever)
Only in your imagination (ever, ever)
I rock mink every time I blink
My pockets never shrink
Tell your nigga I don't want him
Please stop asking me to link (ew)
Near the top, at the brink (ok)
So it's fuck what you think (ok, uh)
Cold ass bitch
I turn the pits of hell into an ice rink (burr, burr, burr)
I might just take you from your bitch (oh, word?)
She might get mad and lose her shit (and then what?)
We won't think twice about it, who knows?
(I know that's right, talk yo shit bitch)
I might just pull up on your block (skrr)
We might just team up with your opps (and will)
Bitch you can't have my spot, they know (fuck no, stupid bitch)
Get to the money
Then I split it like banana peel (yuh)
Never switching sides
Motherfucker, imma keep it real (oo)
Running up the game
Ain't nobody on my heels (nah)
When I step up to the plate
That's a home run on the field (aye)
Now why you tripping
Like you slipping on banana peel? (huh?)
Nigga I'm big pimpin, but you simpin
Thought you knew the deal? (uh)
I'm so sexy, I get the appeal (yuh)
And if you ain't talking money
Then it's fuck how you feel (bitch)
Imma chew you up, Hubba Bubba (aye)
Thin, but my pockets thick like blubber (ka-ching!)
Back up bitch before you burst my bubble (ugh)
Can't grow on me that boy can't grow no stubble (damn)
And if we in the same room, then your nigga is in trouble (aye)
Cuz I
I make it hot, watch it sizzle, let it sear (hot, hot)
I'm a boujee bitch, everything top-tier (top, top, top)
When I push-start the 2-door, I put the whip in gear (skrr)
Aye-aye captain, Imma drive the boat and steer (aye-aye, aye-aye, uh)
Walk up in a room and it's headlights to a deer (oo)
Look to my left, then my right
I'm that bitch it's so clear (oo, oo)
Niggas think they on my level but they nowhere near (hell no)
I throw my middle fingers up
And told them kiss my rear, bitch (mwah)
I might just take you from your bitch (oh, word?)
She might get mad and lose her shit (and then what?)
We won't think twice about it, who knows?
(I know that's-, talk yo shit bitch)
I might just pull on your block (skrr)
We might just team up with your opps (and will)
Bitch you can't have my spot, they know (fuck no, stupid bitch)
Get to the money
Then I split it like banana peel (yuh)
Never switchin sides, motherfucker
Imma keep it real (oo)
Running up the game
Ain't nobody on my heels (nah)
When I step up to the plate
That's a home run on the field (aye)
Now why you tripping
Like you slippin on banana peel? (huh?)
Nigga I'm big pimpin, but you simpin
Thought you knew the deal? (uh)
I'm so sexy, I get the appeal (yuh)
And if you ain't talking money
Then it's fuck how you feel (bitch)
Look
Put me on top of your Christmas tree
I'm a star from the North, ain't no stopping me
Now I see why niggas ain't fond of me
Cuz I'm right in the spot where they wanna be
Pussy!
Get yo motherfucking wig
Split like banana peel
That's why yo daddy tryna
Split it like banana peel, bitch (ha ha)
I'm that fucking girl
I turn these niggas to fanatics (aye)
And my body holy shmokin
Lemme take you to salvation (Hallelujah! Preach!)
Pussy out this world
Yeah, they call that shit galactic (uh)
You could never get that close (ever)
Only in your imagination (ever, ever)
I rock mink every time I blink
My pockets never shrink
Tell your nigga I don't want him
Please stop asking me to link (ew)
Near the top, at the brink (ok)
So it's fuck what you think (ok, uh)
Cold ass bitch
I turn the pits of hell into an ice rink (burr, burr, burr)
I might just take you from your bitch (oh, word?)
She might get mad and lose her shit (and then what?)
We won't think twice about it, who knows?
(I know that's right, talk yo shit bitch)
I might just pull up on your block (skrr)
We might just team up with your opps (and will)
Bitch you can't have my spot, they know (fuck no, stupid bitch)
Get to the money
Then I split it like banana peel (yuh)
Never switching sides
Motherfucker, imma keep it real (oo)
Running up the game
Ain't nobody on my heels (nah)
When I step up to the plate
That's a home run on the field (aye)
Now why you tripping
Like you slipping on banana peel? (huh?)
Nigga I'm big pimpin, but you simpin
Thought you knew the deal? (uh)
I'm so sexy, I get the appeal (yuh)
And if you ain't talking money
Then it's fuck how you feel (bitch)
Imma chew you up, Hubba Bubba (aye)
Thin, but my pockets thick like blubber (ka-ching!)
Back up bitch before you burst my bubble (ugh)
Can't grow on me that boy can't grow no stubble (damn)
And if we in the same room, then your nigga is in trouble (aye)
Cuz I
I make it hot, watch it sizzle, let it sear (hot, hot)
I'm a boujee bitch, everything top-tier (top, top, top)
When I push-start the 2-door, I put the whip in gear (skrr)
Aye-aye captain, Imma drive the boat and steer (aye-aye, aye-aye, uh)
Walk up in a room and it's headlights to a deer (oo)
Look to my left, then my right
I'm that bitch it's so clear (oo, oo)
Niggas think they on my level but they nowhere near (hell no)
I throw my middle fingers up
And told them kiss my rear, bitch (mwah)
I might just take you from your bitch (oh, word?)
She might get mad and lose her shit (and then what?)
We won't think twice about it, who knows?
(I know that's-, talk yo shit bitch)
I might just pull on your block (skrr)
We might just team up with your opps (and will)
Bitch you can't have my spot, they know (fuck no, stupid bitch)
Get to the money
Then I split it like banana peel (yuh)
Never switchin sides, motherfucker
Imma keep it real (oo)
Running up the game
Ain't nobody on my heels (nah)
When I step up to the plate
That's a home run on the field (aye)
Now why you tripping
Like you slippin on banana peel? (huh?)
Nigga I'm big pimpin, but you simpin
Thought you knew the deal? (uh)
I'm so sexy, I get the appeal (yuh)
And if you ain't talking money
Then it's fuck how you feel (bitch)
Look
Put me on top of your Christmas tree
I'm a star from the North, ain't no stopping me
Now I see why niggas ain't fond of me
Cuz I'm right in the spot where they wanna be
Pussy!
Get yo motherfucking wig
Split like banana peel
That's why yo daddy tryna
Split it like banana peel, bitch (ha ha)
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