Street Fighter

(If they ain't paying your bills, pay them bitches no mind)

Call me up if you ever wanna talk, talk
Did I say talk? I meant box with our gloves off
On sight, if you're looking for a fight
I can hit you with the up down, up down, left right

Slight of hand, big man, what a hat trick
Made an ass of yourself like magic
You couldn't hear me? What if I cheerlead?
M-E-S-S-Y, you're messy!

Fell out of step, I don't know how to feel
You turned your back so I'm turning my heel

Street fighter, inciter
Quick switch, I'm a real back-biter
En garde like ready, set
I win, I win, I win
Street fighter, igniter
Short fuse if you light my fire
Press start to try again
I'm not your fucking friend

Huh? What? You're scared of me?
Maybe you should be then
You're not prepared for me
You held up better than I though
But you're punch drunk, love
What's one more shot?

You got a bone to pick? Come join the waitlist
'Cause every time I toss my hair back, I shape shift
Call your therapist if you wanna talk
You make petty remarks, I make pretty girl rock

You made your bed, better fold while you can
Threw down the deck so I'm throwing my hand

Street fighter, inciter
Quick switch, I'm a real back-biter
En garde like ready, set
I win, I win, I win
Street fighter, igniter
Short fuse if you light my fire
Press start to try again
I'm not your fucking friend

Street fighter, inciter
Quick switch, I'm a real back-biter
Street fighter, igniter
Short fuse if you light my fire

Street fighter, inciter
Quick switch, I'm a real back-biter
Street fighter, igniter
Short fuse if you-



Credits
Writer(s): Cody Fitzgerald, Mia Berrin
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