[Lil Kayla] I heard these bitches was lookin' for the old me (For the old me) That's yo' nigga? But that ain't what he told me (What he told me) He in my phone and he tryna get to know me (Tryna get to know me) Said meet him at Barney's so he can blow a bag on me (Blow a bag) Ion fuck with hoes 'cause they phony (They phony) And Ion beef with bitches that's below me (Below me) All that talking, girl, you gon' have to show me I know these weak ass hoes be wishing they could clone me (Clone me) I know these weak ass hoes be wishing they could clone me (Clone me) I know these weak ass hoes be wishing they could clone me (Clone me)
[Lil Kayla & Su'Lan] Quack, quack, duck, bitch (Bitch) If you want smoke, it's up, bitch (Bitch) Got a problem, be direct and don't sub, bitch (Bitch) Let it all off yo' chest since you tough, bitch (Bitch) In my city, yeah, they know that I'm that bitch now (I'm that bitch now) These niggas see me and get hard, boy, put your dick down (Put your dick down) This nigga all up in my phone, he tryna get down (Tryna get down) This nigga got a whole wife and kids, he better sit down (Better sit down) I'm done fucking bitches' husbands, that's my old bad habit (That's my old bad habit) But anytime I want the dick, fasho, I can have it (Fasho, I can have it) Ay, I just got this frontal, nigga, no, you can't grab it (No, you can't grab it) Set a perc of Villi, get him in his zone when he stab it I might drop a couple racks to make my ass bigger Or I might just get a piece of fuckin' cold make my ass shiver Ay, I can't have no ties to a nothing-ass nigga He know he can't tell me shit 'cause he know my bag bigger (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
[Su'Lan] Ooh, I better slide with a slut I need the cut so tell yo' nigga pull up, count it up I like 'em thick all with the weave all intact, I take it back I like the bitch out with the goldsy on slab, matter fact Ay, keep the bitch 'cause Ion know how to act, it's 'Lan Ay, we got Su and plus your nigga in the back, you done All in a bitch that think I'm gangin' for that, Su'Lan I'll beat the bitches who gon' snatch all the stacks Ooh, wait, ay, run a bag on me Spin it up and throw that tag on me Ion give a fuck, two Glocks, I thought you knew what's up I put the sauce all on the bitch, oh, yeah, before we cook it up They told me I brung him to LA, so, yeah, we turn it up How 'bout I put these golds all on my neck and get ya nigga fuck? These bitches call me mom 'cause he's my son, I bet they pay him somethin' I'm yo' big homie, honey He say he like the way I move over the stick on it (Su'Lan!)
[Lil Kayla] Big homie, got me right back, so stop that crying (Bitch) If you say that he ain't love me, I could bang him, bitch, he lying Make the bitch feel insecure, but damn I'm barely even trying (Oh) Hoes be tryna get me mad until they people started dying (People started dying) Nah, I prolly take it too far (I prolly take it too far) My money up, let's get it lit, I prolly take her to war (I prolly take her to war) Bitch, ay, you ain't even built like that (Ay, bitch, ay) Beat her ass and put that ho in a track (Put that ho on a track) Matter fact, come take this nigga back (Huh?) Oh, you can't, so stop playin', learn how to fuckin' act (Learn how to fucking act) Ay, hot headed, ain't no reasonin' (It ain't no reasonin') You bitches actin' like my clones without the seasoning, bitch (Su'Lan!)
[Lil Kayla] I heard these bitches was lookin' for the old me That's yo' nigga? But that ain't what he told me He in my phone and he tryna get to know me Said meet him at Barney's so he can blow a bag on me Ion fuck with hoes 'cause they phony (So phony) And Ion beef with bitches that's below me All that talking, girl, you gon' have to show me I know these weak ass hoes be wishing they could clone me I know these weak ass hoes be wishing they could clone me I know these weak ass hoes be wishing they could clone meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
