Moody Girl

What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up"

Real motherfuckin' sad girl shit, ah

In a room full of people, I still feel lonely

By myself even when he all on me

Tell me you love me, know you just told me

We just fucked and I still feel horny

Thick than a bitch, but I'm still missin' pieces

Hide my pain where nobody sees it

I'm in the club every motherfuckin' weekend

Fuck on a ****, then leave while he's sleeping

Sad little bitch, I be twerkin' and cryin'

Pretty on the outside, inside dyin'

Leave me alone, where you goin'? Don't leave me

Need this pussy, but **** don't need me

Fly like an angel, bad like a demon

Come so quick, that's how I see men

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesdays, weekends

We have good times when I see them

Why do you even like me? I'm broken

Is it the way I can hold my throat open?

She smoke dick, yes, bitch, I'm tokin'

Eyes locked in on his, I'm focused

So many friends, but I still feel lonely

How come none of y'all call to check on me?

Hold shit down, but nobody hold me

That's okay 'cause I'm the strong homie

Shakin' this ass, actin' bad, I'm just mad at my ****

Dress like, "Fuck me," but don't touch me, I'm just mad at my ****

Boy, you play too much, only thing touchin' these lips tonight is liquor

He said I play too much, only thing gettin' this head tonight is my pillow, aye

Sorry, my appetite is so insatiable

Blow him off, that dick inflatable

Thinkin' 'bout you, it ain't a day that go

By where my mind ain't picturin' fellatio

By where my mind ain't thinkin' 'bout fuckin'

By where my mind ain't thinkin' 'bout touchin'

Uh, matter fact, don't touch me

Looked in the mirror and I'm feeling kind of ugly

I wanna breathe what you breathe, see what you see

Taste like you, I eat what you eat

All day, every day, be where you be

****, don't play, I know where you sleep

I breathe and they pressed

I pop off, they get stressed

I'm way too clean to entertain mess

Fuck all this famous shit, you gettin' checked

Why y'all keep actin' like I ain't real?

Why y'all keep tellin' me how I feel?

Why y'all keep actin' like I ain't solid? What about all the tea I ain't spilled?

Hmm, shit, fuck it

Whatever you heard, trust it

Hate on me 'cause I love it

I don't respond to hoes that be subbin'

Shakin' this ass, actin' bad, I'm just mad at my ****

Dress like, "Fuck me," but don't touch me, I'm just mad at my ****

Boy, you play too much, only thing touchin' these lips tonight is liquor

He said I play too much, only thing gettin' this head tonight is my pillow, ah