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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Monessa Carthen
Monessa Carthen
Songwriter

Lyrics

If I was married and I came in on my husband making cinnamon toast
With some blonde little shower, I'd shoot him
Bang, bang, bang
Right in the head
Forever get my lick back, bitch better get back
Game over when you hear this 40 go
Click, clack, pretty in pink
I'm leavin' brains on the doormat
I'm leavin' brains on the, okay
Real deal finesse, keep the ****, I want the bank
They love a Cali bitch, send them packs outta state
He want LilMo, with his feelings, I'ma play
D-Lo, no ho, I bust knocks, never date, bitch
Same bitches hatin', be broke and hella bitter
Same bitches hatin' cause they **** chose a winner
Cryin' over a **** that wanna eat me like a snicker
Old bird brain, bitch, it's real definition of Twitter
Look, salutes to all the go-gettin' bitches that make it happen
Fightin' over dick, that's a broke bitch habit
**** said that he love me, told him get my name tatted
I'm a beauty and a beast, you gon' feel me like I'm static
Fresh two=one, shittin' on bitches, make him panic
Three heads sharin', one chain, stop flexin' like you have it
Five heads and one blunt, man, that shit really tragic
Stripped a **** quick, tryna impress me with his patek , huh
Yeah, tryna flex with his patek
One swing, we all swing, gotta know it's automatic
Real smooth with it, somethin' like a Benz 4-matic, huh
Yeah, like a Benz 4-matic
That dead bitch boof, she ain't worth bein' zapack
Bitches love pillow talkin', get off where you mad at
Flexin' on a gram, she a Glock model, past strap
I would say, see you when I see you, bitches ain't bout that
Five-one, big pressure, so they call me Lil' Loudpack
Short-tempered, ready to push a bitch wig back
And I like shit my way, so a risk, I'll take that
Was bein' low-key, now I'm finna act a bare-ass
And I don't got respect for a pump-fakin' hoe
Man, what's up with bitches hidin' they hand but throwin' these stones
Secondhand, call whoever, bitch, we givin' free smoke
Got my mama teed up, she know her daughter a goat
Hatin' ass bitches, copy, bitch, I can't be cloned
And don't ask me about no ****, we is too damn grown
These **** gon' do whatever, better play the role
I'm a slick talker for real, like the biggest troll, huh
Let me hear that one
Let me hear that one
Written by: Monessa Carthen
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