OMG BRITT

歌詞

There she go, on a roll Let her know, seventh floor Here I go, you should know You don't gotta do this all alone Oh, my God, Britt They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit So independent Don't need no man to pay my rent They gon' get so sick They gon' quarantine when they hear this shit All these stank breath bitches All these stank-ass bitches need to take a mint Those friends over there say they got your back Seem to never be there when you need a hand Never trap alone, always go in packs Well, I never been that really good at that While my blessings drop like strippers on my lap Gotta love that big black cat, cat (What'd you say?) There she go, on a roll Let her know, seventh floor Here I go, you should know You don't gotta do this all alone Oh, my God, Britt They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit So independent Don't need no man to pay my rent They gon' get so sick They gon' quarantine when they hear this shit All these stank breath bitches (Oh, my God) All these stank-ass bitches need to take a mint Then I ran into fake bitches and fake friends They don't really come around when you really need them When you really need some soup, they not really there for you On your fucking doorstep when you got the flu They don't think that you're the one But they want to eat off you When you got new shoes and a boo Hit them like a fucking snooze Girl, let me tell you about this incident with this chick We had a friendship, but it wasn't really even legit You knew my life has been weird since I moved to LA So it should make sense to you why I'm acting this way I was there for you, even on your birthday I bought cake, macaroons, and a fucking pony But these days you the one that's acting fucking phoney You little party-ass bitch, pin it on the donkey Why you twisting up what I say to you? I messed up to think I should have put my hands on you A choke, hug, and a tug would have done you good Then you never would have thought to come around my hood Don't get it misunderstood, I wish you well And I hope you find someone to deal with all that 'Cause I ain't got the time for it And next time, I won't hold back Oh, my God, Britt They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit So independent Don't need no man to pay my rent They gon' get so sick They gon' quarantine when they hear this shit All these stank breath bitches (Oh, my God) All these—