My Girl
That's my girl
That's my girl
That's my girl
Yeah, she hates you too
Hit the club with my squad tight, you know this is Luar, right?
Not gonna let a broke ass ruin the night, when you see us, you get the hype
Take a shot? Oh, yeah, I might, my neck would give you frostbite
Get that fugly out my eyesight, she hates you, you know I fight
Been giving you the red light
Last text was, "Loser, goodnight"
You need some more insight
You're just a wannabe socialite
I thank God that I'm not with you
Came with him, baby, get a clue
You see me and I see right through
That's my girl, yeah, she hates you too
That's my girl
That's my girl
That's my girl
Yeah, she hates you too
Silly little fugly bitch thinks that he can get with this
You'd think that he'd get the gist, but now I gotta make a list
You're a wannabe heartthrob, broke ass with no job
Grown ass Thingamabob, no TP at his spot
You look like paper tissue, yeah, we can see right through you, bitch
You're smelling like an issue, don't even like you a little bit
Thanks to your bullshit
My girl and I just made a hit
I thank God that I'm not with you
Came with him, baby, get a clue
You see me and I see right through
That's my girl, yeah, she hates you too
That's my girl
That's my girl
That's my girl
Yeah, she hates you too
(Check the neck, check the wrist) that's my girl
(Check the neck, check the wrist) that's my girl
(Check the neck, check the wrist) that's my girl
Yeah, she hates you too
That's my girl
That's my girl
Yeah, she hates you too
Hit the club with my squad tight, you know this is Luar, right?
Not gonna let a broke ass ruin the night, when you see us, you get the hype
Take a shot? Oh, yeah, I might, my neck would give you frostbite
Get that fugly out my eyesight, she hates you, you know I fight
Been giving you the red light
Last text was, "Loser, goodnight"
You need some more insight
You're just a wannabe socialite
I thank God that I'm not with you
Came with him, baby, get a clue
You see me and I see right through
That's my girl, yeah, she hates you too
That's my girl
That's my girl
That's my girl
Yeah, she hates you too
Silly little fugly bitch thinks that he can get with this
You'd think that he'd get the gist, but now I gotta make a list
You're a wannabe heartthrob, broke ass with no job
Grown ass Thingamabob, no TP at his spot
You look like paper tissue, yeah, we can see right through you, bitch
You're smelling like an issue, don't even like you a little bit
Thanks to your bullshit
My girl and I just made a hit
I thank God that I'm not with you
Came with him, baby, get a clue
You see me and I see right through
That's my girl, yeah, she hates you too
That's my girl
That's my girl
That's my girl
Yeah, she hates you too
(Check the neck, check the wrist) that's my girl
(Check the neck, check the wrist) that's my girl
(Check the neck, check the wrist) that's my girl
Yeah, she hates you too
Credits
Writer(s): Claire Toothill, Darien Bankhead Boyband, Taylor Nave
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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