Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
SMITH
Composer
Jonathan McGowan
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SMITH
Producer
justdoitBRISK
Producer
Lyrics
Hey
I've made some sexual mistakes
But I swear I never eyed you for my plate
A little too teethy for my taste
Puka shell choker with your thick waist, no thanks
I bet your dick smells
Your ego's too swelled
You put me through hell
Put me through hell
Eww
Gross
You
Nope
Thinking you can get with me
You've gotta be shittin' me
You're a creep and you're a sleaze
Freaky little wannabe
Look at you, look at me
Gotta be kiddin' me
What a creep, what a sleaze
Freaky lil' wannabe
Thinking you can get with me
You've gotta be shittin' me
You're a creep and you're a sleaze
Freaky little wannabe
Pathetic
Pathetic
So pathetic
Forget it
Play hard, yeah, that's your way
Ask your dad to grab your tab and then pontificate about
How you're not that materialistic
Like Jesus Christ himself owes you something
I bet your dick smells
Your ego's too swelled
You put me through hell
Put me through hell
Eww
Gross
You
Nope
Thinking you can get with me
You've gotta be shittin' me
You're a creep and you're a sleaze
Freaky little wannabe
Look at you, look at me
Gotta be kiddin' me
What a creep, what a sleaze
Freaky lil' wannabe
Thinking you can get with me
You've gotta be shittin' me
You're a creep and you're a sleaze
Freaky little wannabe
Pathetic
Pathetic
So pathetic
Forget it
Written by: Charles Jamal Smith, Jonathan McGowan, Lux Smith