歌词
作词 : Chelsea Odosamamwen Ode
作曲 : Chelsea Odosamamwen Ode
And emergency medical services
will be unavallable until tomorrow morning until 7 a.m.
when The Purge concludes
Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America
a nation reborn May God be with you all
ol mate
All you do is chill on your block smoke weed,
ap about ops that you don't even have (Uh)
These b!tch boys come too neeky,
lyin' on a b!tch that they can't even have
Obssesed with my psexy,
the f!ck Is you takin' the d!ck out your pants?
(S!ck It, s!ck It)
Like, b!tch, that wasn't a part of the f!cking plan
Broke boys say I'm a hoe and it don't make sense
'cause I'm way too boujee (What?)
Talkin' on my name that you f!cked but
none of these rats ain't ever been through me
Bottom of the barrel scraps,
that's what I call them 'cause they're all dirty
And these n!ggas keep dyin' for breast,
that's how I got the name Chynaa's milkies
I never f!cked with these hood rats,
every man I linked gets a wealthy aura
The mandem are getting scammed,
they think I can heal their childhood trauma
Chynaa, why did you scam me?
Cause I only wanted your money
Send a n!gga back in the cab,
you don't get psexy,
you must be funny
They're runnin' out of things to say,
now they wanna talk about my future kids
I did what I did for the money,
If you don't like it,
then it is what it is (Snitch)
My famlly all see the pics and I promise you n!ggas,
I don't give a sh!t
And sons will never complain
cause they know their mum never raised no b!tch
Everyone calling me an Internet thot,
tell them n!ggas I f!ckin' love it
I made so much last week just to act Ilke a thot,
tell me what you know about profit
I never had to f!ck for the bag,
so cool now stop it
And I made twelve racks on cammin'
to sit on the bed and Just do nothing
They all wanna lie on d!cks,
I swear these men wanna lick my arse (Ah)
Wouldn't wanna know back then,
now they all beg me to give 'em a chance
I got to money to play with these n!ggas
and I make that sh!t times ten
Who would've last year that Id'
make so much to degrade these men?
I got ten men on my line tryna f!ck me
and your daddy's is the biggest spender (Mwah)
I'm takin' advantage of men
'cause these dumb little n!ggas ain't got composure
When I turned nineteen this year,
should've seen the way they were dyin' for nyash
They were laughin' at legal baby
but most of them usin' my tittles to bash
All you do is chill on your block smoke weed,
ap about ops that you don't even have (Uh)
These b!tch boys come too neeky,
lyin' on a b!tch that they can't even have
Obssesed with my psexy,
the f!ck is you takin'
the d!ck out your pants? (S!ck It, s!ck It)
Like, b***h, that wasn't a part of
the f!ckin' plan (Hahaha)
Broke boys say I'm a hoe and it don't make sense
'cause I'm way too boujee (What?)
Talkin' on my name that you f!cked
but none of these rats ain't ever been through me
Bottom of the barrel scraps,
that's what I call them
'cause they're all dirty
And these n!ggas keep dyin' for breast,
that's how I got the name Chynaa's milkles
When they said the OG Nicki,
I thought they were talkin' 'bout Nicki Minaj
I typed your name on Google,
the only think that came up was Nicki Minaj
I get paid to rap about the things
that this dumb little b!tch is doin' for cheap
What kinda b!tch let six men hit?
I run on her p sexy and do it free
they said I should keep my cool
but I watched how all of you dragged me
I'm rinsin' your fathers wallets,
who the f!ck gave these n!ggas audacity?
Walkin' around with coppers
they should be worrled about feeding their famlly
And they're callin' me out of my name to tell me why the f!ck am I keepin' It classy?
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
A-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha