Lyrics
B-B-B-BGone, you nice for this one
He like reds, he like reds
Feelin' myself 'cause I'm back blonde
I'ma have fun, that's facts (that's facts)
I'ma go dumb on this BGone
Marvali go hard, shit slaps (shit slaps)
Never trust a bitch near Trey Songz
I done finessed my ex, no cap
Word to the wise, in LA
Everybody say they can rap
Look, I got bars a plenty
And I make it seem like it is nothing
Oh, I should come through to the studio?
So you could try to fuck me? (Boy)
Boy, I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole
Them bands in yo' hands is yo' last bit of dough
I wanna keep it real, I want you to know
I'm here for the beats then I'ma go home
Look, I can't keep a pretty face
Without my beauty sleep (my beauty sleep)
I'll probably hit you with the emoji
With the triple Z (with the triple Z)
Never get it with a dude that's not my type
Five figure boy and the D alright
Got a lil' bark but he got no bite
Jeans too tight and he just my height
Like damn (damn)
Skinny but I rip right through these bitches (through these bitches)
Let's see if you can get this
It's survival of the fittest (of the fittest)
Like damn
Skinny but I rip right through these bitches (through these bitches)
Let's see if you can get this
It's survival of the fittest (of the fittest)
Writer(s): Brendan Michael Gaughan, Katelyn Marie Bonner
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