Lyrics

(You think you know me? What I've been through? Or who I fuck? I knew I'll fuck with you, dick I'm not gay but I fuck with gay people It's some of the coolest people I know Don't worry about me You're the reason half this guys starts shit as love because they're gonna fight me What the heck, he's kissin' when I fuck me...) They're talking so much shit, I kinda feel optimistic They wanna kick my ass because I like to wear lipstick They're talking so much shit, it kinda feels like they miss me They're talking so much shit, it kinda feels like they miss me But I'm fucking your girlfriend, and I'm wearing her lipstick Yes, I'm fucking your girlfriend, and I'm rocking her lipstick They're talking so much shit about the clothes that I wear They're so fucking concerned with my painted nails But I'm fucking your girlfriend while she's painting my nails Yes, I'm fucking your girlfriend, and she's painting my nails One nine, one ninе, one three One nine, onе nine, one three One nine, one nine, one three One nine, one nine, one three They talk about me, except they're paintin' my shoes When I don't even know who I am, half the time When I don't even know who I am, half the time One day I'm the Sun, one day I'm the Moon Sometimes I'm the lamb Sometimes I'm the wolf Depending on who is fucking who Depending on who is fucking who I could be the one that puts the blade to your face I could be the one that shows love and respect I could be the one that puts the blade to your face I could be the one that shows love and respect One nine, one ninе, one three One nine, onе nine, one three One nine, one nine, one three One nine, one nine, one three They're talking so much shit, I kinda feel optimistic They wanna kick my ass because I like to wear lipstick They're talking so much shit, it kinda feels like they miss me They're talking so much shit, it kinda feels like they miss me But I'm fucking your girlfriend, and she's wearing my lipstick Yes, I'm fucking your girlfriend, and she's rocking my lipstick They're talking so much shit about the clothes that I wear They're so fucking concerned with my painted nails But I'm fucking your girlfriend while she's painting my nails Yes, I'm fucking your girlfriend while she's painting my nails One nine, one ninе, one three One nine, onе nine, one three One nine, one nine, one three One nine, one nine, one three Three, three, three, three, three
Writer(s): Raymond Brady, Rafael Reyes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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