歌词
Stalk me Haunt me
I know I'm really the baddest walking
I'm Chattanooga these bitches not me
They Chattanooga they basic miss me (yh)
Don't ya think I want ya
You had a chance but you fumbled it (yuh)
I'm way t hoot you can't humble it (yuh)
Sick little bitch you can't stomach it (yuh)
BITCH
You steady texting calling
Mean while I'm in the UK Balling
Mean while you on your knees keep crawling
Begging I'm off the lizzie I'm legend
Reverend
Pushed to a **** he desperate
Veteran I'm Presidential & Present
Ima show up just to teach you a lesson
Pick up the check for my guest you pressing
(Uh - Yuh)
Bitches depressing
Slut Him Out make him wish I was pregnant
Light the candle rebuking the peasants
I'm so special I'm gifted presents
You's a goofy get out of my Ahhhhh
I Fucked up I Fucked Up
AAAHHHHHH At The End!!
Run It Back
Run it Back
Run it Back
Stalk me Haunt me
I know I'm really the baddest walking
I'm Chattanooga these bitches not me
They Chattanooga they basic miss me (yh)
Don't ya think I want ya
You had a chance but you fumbled it (yuh)
I'm way t hoot you can't humble it (yuh)
Sick little bitch you can't stomach it (yuh)
BITCH
You steady texting calling
Mean while I'm in the UK Balling
Mean while you on your knees keep crawling
Begging I'm off the lizzie I'm legend
Reverend
Pushed to a **** he desperate
Veteran I'm Presidential & Present
Ima show up just to teach you a lesson
Pick up the check for my guest you pressing
(Uh - Yuh)
Bitches depressing
Slut Him Out make him wish I was pregnant
Light the candle rebuking the peasants
I'm so special I'm gifted presents
You's a goofy get out of my presents
Used to love you
Updated my preference
I'm a menace I'm making em desperate
Break his pockets no credit I'm Debit
Brit
Brittnee
Hey
Brittnee
Bae
Brittnee
Brit
Brittnee
Brit
Brittnee
Hey
Brittnee
Babe
Brittnee
Brit
Brittnee
Stalk me Stalker
Foot on him neck like he rocking a halter
Make him look good so my ego gone alter
Can't let him wife me can't meet at the alter
Yuh
I know my mental ain't stable
I know I'm difficult no you Ain't able
Act like I owe you I'm all out of favours
Cherry the fairy
My Pussy is flavour
You cannot use me abuse me
Won't even take a bitch out to the movies
Can't bend me over I can't let you use me
You don't deserve it you been moving bookey
(Eh)
You wanna squeeze on my booty
That ain't for you thats a real **** Doody
Loose a bitch number
You boring I'm snoozing
New **** lit
Better dick and he groovey (yh)
Real Goth Bitch Hot Topic
Pretty and picky gone give me the wallet
Last of these **** I'm Justin Smiling (ay)
Don't give a fuck bitch I'm bossy mobing (ay)
You wasn't doing your job
I really gave this lil cooch to a slob
I wanted love should have wanted to rob
I need a new chopper to mop em On God
Brit
Brittnee
Hey
Brittnee
Bae
Brittnee
Brit
Brittnee
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Brittnee
Hey
Brittnee
Babe
Brittnee
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Brittnee
Written by: Britnee Moore, Jordan Christie