Lyrics

Aye, aye, aye, woo! Ya, woo! Slay Fuck the NRA, but I'll blow your fucking house out With a gun baby, I don't give a fuck, your light's out She's a little bitch She's my mini me, wannabe Pull up to the party, bet your boo wanna leave with me I've got lots of friends, and they all wanna die for me Even enemies wanna get a co-sign from me She's a little bitch She's my mini me, wannabe Pull up to the party, bet your boo wanna leave with me I must be a cake because they all want a slice of me Higher than a jet, even clouds wanna copy me Rapping on this Runescape type beat Thinking about someone who's been trying to try me Stay steady eyeing me Is that a glizzy, or are you happy to see me? Haters can't decide if they're mad or wanna be me Either way, I don't care Realest bitches in the room, always me and Claire That's why the bouncer gave us the all clear I'ma Jordan Sparks you That's right, no air She's a little bitch She's my mini me, wannabe Pull up to the party, bet your boo wanna leave with me I got lots of friends, and they all wanna die for me Even enemies wanna get a co-sign from me She's a little bitch She's my mini me, wannabe Pull up to the party, bet your boo wanna leave with me I must be a cake because they all want a slice of me Higher than a jet, even clouds wanna copy me
Writer(s): Taylor Rose Nave, Claire Marie Toothill, Harrison Patrick Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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