[Intro: JT] Extra lemon pepper on my wings, ho I ain't got no rap for bitches or no sing, ho I ain't got no rap for bitches I ain't got no rap for bitches
[Pre-Chorus: JT] Got it all on tonight, bitch, I'm showin' out (Yeah) Filthy-ass bitch, keep my name out your mouth (Dirty ho) I'm the pretty one and you just look okay Ask him for a bag and his reply is always, "Okay" Bitches play they part just to suck the same dick as me He tell a white lie, I make that nigga cop another key I was bad as fuck in school and, bitch, I'm still bad (I'm still bad) JT a convicted felon and I'm still on they ass These Rick Owens, boo, these ain't prison pants (Prison pants) If the bag big enough, he get a second chance Smokin' on some shit smell like a bitch floppin' down Used to be the shit, look at that bitch floppin' now
[Chorus: JT] Extra lemon pepper on my wings, ho I ain't got no rap for bitches or no sing, ho I'm in a relationship, lookin' real single Big titties slippin' out, yeah, it's givin' freak ho, ow
[Verse 1: JT] Pink and purple new diamonds, got my wrist frostbit (Ice) He ate my pussy on the yacht, now a bitch seasick (Water) JT tear the club up just like I'm Three 6 Like a block of that rerock, he gon' wanna remix I'ma shake my donk, Valentino pumps I'm the one buddy love, my ass fat, Professor Klumps On my Queen Bey shit, he in love and he drunk I'm a Dade County bitch, I shoot dice and play tonk
[Pre-Chorus: JT] Got it all on tonight, bitch, I'm showin' out Filthy-ass bitch, keep my name out your mouth I'm the pretty one and you just look okay Ask him for a bag and his reply is always, "Okay" Bitches play they part just to suck the same dick as me He tell a white lie, I make that nigga cop another key I was bad as fuck in school and, bitch, I'm still bad JT a convicted felon and I'm still on they ass
[Chorus: JT & Stunna Girl] Extra lemon pepper on my wings, ho I ain't got no rap for bitches or no sing, ho I'm in a relationship, lookin' real single (What?) Big titties slippin' out, yeah, it's givin' freak ho (Yeah), ow (Heh)
[Verse 2: Stunna Girl] Barely got your first Chanel, your coochie really trash (Ew) Like, bitch, you dog-shit ugly, that's why you eatin' niggas' ass (Ass eater) Hah, I'm in Givenchy boots (Heh), calf skin on my calves (Heh) (Ow) My nigga keep complainin', like, "Bitch, cover up that ass" I can't help it, though, hood bitch, order me a number four (Order up) Smackin' Popeyes on a PJ, then I poured another (Poured up) Exotic pop, twenties, double-D titties, I stash his Glock (Yeah) Dusty bitches tryna funk with me, can't even afford a chop (Hah) Got folded in your clothes while you was in 'em, then you called the cops You from whatever nigga you fuckin' at the time block (On Blood) Baddest bitch throwin' up B's (Whoop), this Bottega eight G's (Banana) I'm pretty in real life, hah, like I'm JT (Big Stunna)
[Pre-Chorus: JT] Got it all on tonight, bitch, I'm showin' out Filthy-ass bitch, keep my name out your mouth I'm the pretty one and you just look okay Ask him for a bag and his reply is always, "Okay" Bitches play they part just to suck the same dick as me He tell a white lie, I make that nigga cop another key I was bad as fuck in school and, bitch, I'm still bad JT a convicted felon and I'm still on they ass
[Chorus: JT] Extra lemon pepper on my wings, ho I ain't got no rap for bitches or no sing, ho I'm in a relationship, lookin' real single Big titties slippin' out, yeah, it's givin' freak ho, owTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
