I Swear To God
I'm tryna tell you
(Thanks, Yakree) yeah
(Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)
These hoes can't do nothin' with you, phew, mm (at all)
All your friends bad, pretty hoes stick together, phew (for real)
You don't want for nothin', phew, huh (want for nothin', baby)
Got your own bag, can't no niggas do nothin' for you (at all)
Bae, you look better than them hoes, I swear to God (I swear to God)
Bae, them hoes can't do nothin' with you, I swear to God (I swear to God)
You the baddest bitch alive, I swear to God (I swear to God)
It ain't nothin' to turn you up, I swear to God (I swear to God)
Pretty bitch keep her nails did, yeah (yeah, for said, phew)
Pretty bitch got a new wig, yeah (yeah, she lit, phew)
Bae, let's go to Saks Fifth, yeah (yeah, do you? Phew)
Nigga took you to Ruth Chris, yuck (what the fuck? Phew)
Your ex a fuckin' lame, nigga, yeah (yeah, fuckin' broke-ass nigga, phew)
Now you stuck with a bum bitch, yeah (yeah, he a broke-ass nigga, phew, phew)
It ain't nothin' to boss a bitch up, yup (yup)
VVS cut on a slut (yeah, phew)
These hoes can't do nothin' with you, phew, mm (at all)
All your friends bad, pretty hoes stick together, phew (for real)
You don't want for nothin', phew, huh (want for nothin', baby)
Got your own bag, can't no niggas do nothin' for you (at all)
Bae, you look better than them hoes, I swear to God (I swear to God)
Bae, them hoes can't do nothin' with you, I swear to God (I swear to God)
You the baddest bitch alive, I swear to God (I swear to God)
It ain't nothin' to turn you up, I swear to God
Yeah (yeah), baby, tell me you miss me (for real)
I only fuck bad hoes, I'm picky (phew)
You the baddest, don't need a nigga (no)
I swear to God, you different (yeah)
I swear to God, I think it's time for you to get out your feelings (yeah)
I swear to God, I think it's time for you to say fuck these niggas (fuck 'em)
I get you what you want, yup (I swear to God, phew)
You say you a boss, you ain't a boss, you ain't turned your bitch up (yeah)
I wan' turned my bitch up (for real, phew, yeah)
Why you left your last nigga? He a bum, and he ain't spend nothin' (at all)
Brand new bad bitch, far from catfish, Houston shit my type, hmm (yeah)
Tryna get you a slutty in Atlanta, free the Slime, hmm (yeah)
If you catch her outside and she bad, the bitch mine, hmm (yeah)
And that nigga rich, don't shoot your shot and waste your time
These hoes can't do nothin' with you, hmm (at all)
All your friends bad, pretty hoes stick together, phew (for real)
You don't want for nothin', phew, huh (want for nothin', baby)
Got your own bag, can't no niggas do nothin' for you (at all)
Bae, you look better than them hoes, I swear to God (I swear to God)
Bae, them hoes can't do nothin' with you, I swear to God (I swear to God)
You the baddest bitch alive, I swear to God (I swear to God)
It ain't nothin' to turn you up, I swear to God (I swear to God)
(I swear to God, I swear to God)
(Thanks, Yakree) yeah
(Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?)
These hoes can't do nothin' with you, phew, mm (at all)
All your friends bad, pretty hoes stick together, phew (for real)
You don't want for nothin', phew, huh (want for nothin', baby)
Got your own bag, can't no niggas do nothin' for you (at all)
Bae, you look better than them hoes, I swear to God (I swear to God)
Bae, them hoes can't do nothin' with you, I swear to God (I swear to God)
You the baddest bitch alive, I swear to God (I swear to God)
It ain't nothin' to turn you up, I swear to God (I swear to God)
Pretty bitch keep her nails did, yeah (yeah, for said, phew)
Pretty bitch got a new wig, yeah (yeah, she lit, phew)
Bae, let's go to Saks Fifth, yeah (yeah, do you? Phew)
Nigga took you to Ruth Chris, yuck (what the fuck? Phew)
Your ex a fuckin' lame, nigga, yeah (yeah, fuckin' broke-ass nigga, phew)
Now you stuck with a bum bitch, yeah (yeah, he a broke-ass nigga, phew, phew)
It ain't nothin' to boss a bitch up, yup (yup)
VVS cut on a slut (yeah, phew)
These hoes can't do nothin' with you, phew, mm (at all)
All your friends bad, pretty hoes stick together, phew (for real)
You don't want for nothin', phew, huh (want for nothin', baby)
Got your own bag, can't no niggas do nothin' for you (at all)
Bae, you look better than them hoes, I swear to God (I swear to God)
Bae, them hoes can't do nothin' with you, I swear to God (I swear to God)
You the baddest bitch alive, I swear to God (I swear to God)
It ain't nothin' to turn you up, I swear to God
Yeah (yeah), baby, tell me you miss me (for real)
I only fuck bad hoes, I'm picky (phew)
You the baddest, don't need a nigga (no)
I swear to God, you different (yeah)
I swear to God, I think it's time for you to get out your feelings (yeah)
I swear to God, I think it's time for you to say fuck these niggas (fuck 'em)
I get you what you want, yup (I swear to God, phew)
You say you a boss, you ain't a boss, you ain't turned your bitch up (yeah)
I wan' turned my bitch up (for real, phew, yeah)
Why you left your last nigga? He a bum, and he ain't spend nothin' (at all)
Brand new bad bitch, far from catfish, Houston shit my type, hmm (yeah)
Tryna get you a slutty in Atlanta, free the Slime, hmm (yeah)
If you catch her outside and she bad, the bitch mine, hmm (yeah)
And that nigga rich, don't shoot your shot and waste your time
These hoes can't do nothin' with you, hmm (at all)
All your friends bad, pretty hoes stick together, phew (for real)
You don't want for nothin', phew, huh (want for nothin', baby)
Got your own bag, can't no niggas do nothin' for you (at all)
Bae, you look better than them hoes, I swear to God (I swear to God)
Bae, them hoes can't do nothin' with you, I swear to God (I swear to God)
You the baddest bitch alive, I swear to God (I swear to God)
It ain't nothin' to turn you up, I swear to God (I swear to God)
(I swear to God, I swear to God)
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Coleman Thomas, Jack Richard Thierer, Lias Reitzfeld
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