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Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billy Bonola
Songwriter
Lyrics
Just when you think you have friends
Their loyalty it always bends
These fake bitches be laughing
They over here homie snatching
Let me tell you something shawty
Heard that you're out there acting naughty
Bitch don't get mad at me
I ain't the one out catching bodies, you hoe
Talk on my name you getting mad over a video game
That is insane bitches be out here acting like lames
Our state is the same talking your shit come say it to my face
Get in your place I'm in the mood to be catching a case
Thought I was slacking while you was the homie smashing
Bitch know you capping cause I had your homie laughing
I'm about that action but your lips they just stay smacking
Heard you was nasty somebody get me a napkin
I am the king your actions they just don't deserve royalty
Single and free I do what I want and I do as I please
You wanna be me there cannot be two and there cannot be three
Clever and sweet don't get it twisted cause I bring the heat
Y'all bitches be fake
Hit my line I keep these hoes waiting
Think your mine I'm not into dating
I'm too busy baby making moves
Bust it down if you're about my groove
Rapping more so I can make this money
Back it up girl or get up off me
In my heart I ain't got no room
I ain't about no feelings too
Bitch I'm a savage fuck being average
Going out turning up looking for a bad bitch
Oh she a freak hoe
I got amigos
She talking with me though
I don't fuck with the opps
Let alone have trust in these thots
She made it drop
Backed it up so I hit it in crocs
Shawty want the bag now
Shawty want the swag now
Ima start to lag yeah
Oh is that my bad now
Bitch you better bow now
Ima get her mad
She thought that she had me persuaded
Bitch I know that it's you who hated
I'm too lit for this I'm too faded
I'm gone with the win you over rated
Y'all bitches be fake
Yeah I'm spilling the tea
Y'all lame hoes it couldn't be me
I'm out here as good as can be
Sit down cause you ain't got room to speak
Yeah I'm spilling the tea
Y'all lame hoes it couldn't be me
Y'all bitches be so god damn fake
What do I do? Y'all bitches be in a mood
I'm just telling you what it do
You mad as fuck you couldn't tie me up
Used to be cool but now your time is up
Couldn't get with me so you hit your rebound
Little do he know he dating a clown
Writer(s): Billy Bonola
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