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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Flo Milli
Flo Milli
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tamia Carter
Tamia Carter
Songwriter
Tramaine Winfrey
Tramaine Winfrey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoungFyre
YoungFyre
Producer
Ashley Jacobson
Ashley Jacobson
Engineer
Flo Ongonga
Flo Ongonga
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

She think she funny, well, bitch, I'm hilarious
Ho, keep it cute, before I embarrass ya
I think it's crazy how they play the narrative
Fuck with they mind, I don't get out of character, uh
Wait, I be heatin' up, I gotta reload
Hatin' ass ****, he ain't fuckin' with my ego
Thirty inches, got me feelin' Filipino
Name hold weight like a boat full of kilos, uh
Ain't no need for wastin' time
When I see you out in public, bitch, your ass is mine (Bitch)
You can get away from me offline
But when you walk up in the club, you'll be back in the bind (Flo Milli)
They ain't tell you I was one of a kind
Got these bitches tryna copy on the front of they mind, uh
You hate before you brush your teeth, uh
I ride your **** face to sleep, yeah
I might fuck around and make the headlines
Make a ho go night-night like it's bedtime
Bedtime, bedtime
I might fuck around and make the headlines
Make a ho go night-night like it's bedtime (Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z)
Bedtime (Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z)
Knock a bitch out or teach her a lesson
Swear to God I can't go back and forth with none of you peasants
Made a mil' at twenty years old, you never would guess it
How you hatin' and you dead broke? That shit is depressin', ah (Uh)
I'm way too cold, my diamonds baguetted
Could never compete with a soul, I'm not that invested
Yeah, your ho gon' do what she told, she don't wanna test me
My momma'll beat a bitch up, this shit is genetic
I think I got a fetish
I get under hoes skin, but they ain't diabetic, uh
But look, I mean, that's just my aesthetic
If he put the dick on me, he'll never regret it
What the fuck I look like tryna beef wit' you?
You just a rabid ass ho, I gotta tell you the truth
I got rich ass **** tryna cuff on me
And you a bum, broke ho, I bet you fuck for free, dumb ass bitch
I might fuck around and make the headlines
Make a ho go night-night like it's bedtime
Bedtime, bedtime
I might fuck around and make the headlines
Make a ho go night-night like it's bedtime (Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z)
Bedtime (Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z)
Oh, oh
You bitches thought it was over
You bitches thought it was over, ha
It ain't never over, ho
I hate that bitch
Every time I see her, I'ma shank that bitch, ah, ah
I hate that bitch
Every time I see her, I'ma shank that bitch, ah, ah
I'ma take his soul, put a **** in a trance
Keep a shooter with me, Draco make him do a dance
Wake them hoes up like Tanisha with the pans
Why they sleepin' on me? I don't even understand
I hate that bitch
Every time I see her, I'ma shank that bitch, ah, ah
I hate that bitch
Every time I see her, I'ma shank that bitch, bedtime
I might fuck around and make the headlines
Make a ho go night-night like it's bedtime (Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z)
Bedtime (Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z)
Written by: Tamia Carter, Tramaine Winfrey
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