really her
Just like that, ooh
Just like that, ooh
Just like that, ooh
Fucking bitch
Yuh
JUPITER
I am who I think I am bitch I'm really her
(yuh, really her)
I am who I think I am bitch fuck what you heard
Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, let's go
If I were a nigga I know my dick would be big
You see I put the pussy on him and I made him my bitch
I ain't never had to ask he just do it cuz I'm fine shit
Bitch I'm out this world you hoes is Lilo, but I'm Stitch, TUH
Ay caramba (ay, ay)
I want me a drummer
Big dick plumber
Come get this (ah, ah)
Come get this work baby
Make you late for work baby
Make you go Beserk baby
Yeah
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch watch your tone
You don't want me, please don't get me, just don't put me in that zone
Cuz I'll really do a bitch like my first name Al Capone
Green ass hoe, come get your nigga out my phone UGH
I am who I think I am bitch I'm really her
(really her yeah, really her)
I am who I think I am bitch fuck what you heard
(yeah fuck that shit, bitch)
Every time I post up, man, I got these bitches vexed
Could it be cuz I look better or cuz they man wanna sex
And yo life so fucking shitty you woulda thought I placed a hex
Hoe just be grateful I ain't see ya boyfriend's text
This body smoking hot like the blunt he tryna face it
She think that she fucking with me baby girl let's face it
Hoes be testing me but every time I ace it
Like
Stop fucking playing on my top bitch
You a hoe ass, weak ass, broke ass, dumb ass
Goofy, corny, loser, piece of shit
Choke and die on my spit
Thought you could play me I'm lit
I won't let up I won't quit
And when I slide I won't miss
Check the numbers, I don't miss
Check yo numbers, you ain't it
In yo city I'm that bitch, nigga
I am who I think I am bitch I'm really her
(really her nigga, really her)
I am who I think I am bitch fuck what you heard
(yeah, fuck all that stupid talk)
How the fuck do you like them apples, huh
This shit I dib and I dabble, yuh
I moved on, know it's hard to grapple
Me and my nigga on the way to the chapel
Lost for words like you losing Scrabble, bitch
Got damn nigga you still ain't on shit
Get you some fucking money
Get a fucking job
Speaking on me bitch, you ain't eat in 3 days
You and yo momma some bum ass bitches
Fucking playing with me bitch
Just like that, ooh
Just like that, ooh
Fucking bitch
Yuh
JUPITER
I am who I think I am bitch I'm really her
(yuh, really her)
I am who I think I am bitch fuck what you heard
Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, let's go
If I were a nigga I know my dick would be big
You see I put the pussy on him and I made him my bitch
I ain't never had to ask he just do it cuz I'm fine shit
Bitch I'm out this world you hoes is Lilo, but I'm Stitch, TUH
Ay caramba (ay, ay)
I want me a drummer
Big dick plumber
Come get this (ah, ah)
Come get this work baby
Make you late for work baby
Make you go Beserk baby
Yeah
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch watch your tone
You don't want me, please don't get me, just don't put me in that zone
Cuz I'll really do a bitch like my first name Al Capone
Green ass hoe, come get your nigga out my phone UGH
I am who I think I am bitch I'm really her
(really her yeah, really her)
I am who I think I am bitch fuck what you heard
(yeah fuck that shit, bitch)
Every time I post up, man, I got these bitches vexed
Could it be cuz I look better or cuz they man wanna sex
And yo life so fucking shitty you woulda thought I placed a hex
Hoe just be grateful I ain't see ya boyfriend's text
This body smoking hot like the blunt he tryna face it
She think that she fucking with me baby girl let's face it
Hoes be testing me but every time I ace it
Like
Stop fucking playing on my top bitch
You a hoe ass, weak ass, broke ass, dumb ass
Goofy, corny, loser, piece of shit
Choke and die on my spit
Thought you could play me I'm lit
I won't let up I won't quit
And when I slide I won't miss
Check the numbers, I don't miss
Check yo numbers, you ain't it
In yo city I'm that bitch, nigga
I am who I think I am bitch I'm really her
(really her nigga, really her)
I am who I think I am bitch fuck what you heard
(yeah, fuck all that stupid talk)
How the fuck do you like them apples, huh
This shit I dib and I dabble, yuh
I moved on, know it's hard to grapple
Me and my nigga on the way to the chapel
Lost for words like you losing Scrabble, bitch
Got damn nigga you still ain't on shit
Get you some fucking money
Get a fucking job
Speaking on me bitch, you ain't eat in 3 days
You and yo momma some bum ass bitches
Fucking playing with me bitch
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Writer(s): J. Gordon
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