Lyrics

Now that it's clipped, I'ma tell it how it is I know it's hard to come to terms with the fact that I'm no longer your bitch See you got a new whip, and that shit don't impress me I was lookin' for a bestie, but you was too busy tryna sex me Requestin' penetration with no conversation Good conversation leads to the best penetration Take me on a vacation, but them trips don't amaze me I've been around the world and nigga I still can't find my baby Yeah, I got a new baby, and he smooth with the ladies Good communication is that one thing that I be cravin' You wanna cop me a bag then put me in my bag Invite me to your crib and stomp ya feet like a kid See I was 'bout it 'bout it and I never touched your wallet But you was used to fuckin' with bitches that didn't make deposits When will these niggas learn that I ain't the one to play with? Karma's gonna get you for the manipulation I gave all my fucks and that wasn't enough Now you all alone in the tub with the yellow rubber ducks It's duck-duck goose, it's time to get the fuck Get the fuck ASAP, gimme my kitty back It's clipped, ah, me and you is clipped I'm nipped, and I'm tucked, I'm snatched now I'm up Gimme my kitty back 'fore I put you on blast, I'm the best you ever had Me and you is clipped, I'm nipped, and I'm tucked I'm snatched now I'm up (Hop off my rocket ship and when you dip don't forget to leave a tip) I hope the next chick you pick know how to suck dick Cook clean and fuck, get you hooked on the puss' I hope she know how to douche and how to read a book Make sure you tell her I got the mean right hook And if you watch how I'm movin' repeat the process Don't let my progress be the root of all your stress Let's nip it in the bud but remember I'm the plug I'm the plug and the drug, you can't duplicate my love I could tell that you ain't never had another broad challenge some of your thoughts So admit that you was frontin' when you said that you was ready for Boogie the boss Now you wanna cop a stock 'cause you know I'm boutta pop Vogue magazine lookin' like Henny on the rocks I'ma wash my hands 'cause I ain't lookin' for no man I'm just tryna cop a tan body givin' summer jam, meow
Writer(s): Rose Rayos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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