Songteksten

All these shows around the world and everywhere we go You'll never meet another bitch as salty as these hoes She wanna blame it on the edit blame it on the edit She wanna blame it on the edit, you the one who said it (edit) Go on and take the credit, bitch, you the one who said it, bitch How you gon' regret it? Blame it on the edit Blame it on the edit You already know who I am, you know what the fuck I do So why they all in my house, they lying on my production crew Baby, nice to know if they throw you a bone You the type coming back with an attitude I ain't ya enemy, keep that same energy You the only one tryna sabotage you Ain't studying you, man, I got my own business Who got the time for these disgruntled chickens? Bitch, if you wanna be pointing a finger Just know that the other four pointing at you These bitches playing! These bitches playing! Ain't nothing scripted, what they saying? Bitch, what you saying? If, if, if, if, if, if, if If you looking for the one who just played you Mirror-mirror, but you probably afraid to Ring-ring, bitch, it's for you! You won't believe the call is from your own room, ayy-ayy The "ill-na-na", ego playing tricks on ya The "ooh-la-la", nobody tryna shit on ya Big mama, you make her wanna say haha A "ladi-dadi", say what you want But the truth remains unbothered, darling (okay!) She wanna blame it on the edit, blame it on the edit She wanna blame it on the edit, blame it on the edit, edit Go on and take the credit, bitch, you the one who said it Oh, so, now you trying to regret it? Blame it on the edit, uh, edit, uh Tell me, I don't got the juice Heavy is the head that rocks the crown Watch me blow up out the roof Lemme rock ya body down to the ground Real no matter what you say What you say really don't mean shit to me I don't need you to believe I enjoy being a queen Anything you wanna be Life ain't nothing but a dream I like what I, what I see When I look at, look at me Anything you wanna be Life ain't nothing but a dream I like what I, what I see When I look at, look at me Blame it on the edit She wanna blame it on the edit You the one who said it (edit) Go'on and take the credit, bitch, you the one who said it, bitch How you gon' regret it? Blame it on the edit All these shows around the world and everywhere we go You'll never meet another bitch as salty as these hoes Now everybody say love if you feel me though Alright, wig! It's all love, like, really though Oh, she wanna talk that shit? Is you serial? Only fuck with bitches, all-star material
Writer(s): Rupaul Charles, Frederick Minano Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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