[ Featuring Clair Clair, Marjorie - W.C. Sinclair ]
I'm sorry
It finna 'bout to snap the tea
Haha, that was stupid
I'm not the one, the two or the third
Bitches be cluck, clucking, oh that's a bird
No time for the bullshit so f*ck what you heard
Hoes wait 'til I dump a guy so they can get a turn
Checkin' on me so they can see what I be doing
Always on the grind, always fine
That's how I be moving
Checkin' on me, real sexy, these hoes, they be losing
Fake nights and fake likes
Who do they be fooling?
The only bread you pussies get is a yeast infection
I'm with bad boys and mean girls in the VIP section
I'm a big shark and my body's perfection
I could never sweat a bitch who talks shit for attention
Big trouble in that lil' China
Baby stick and move unless you wanna die
Baby pick and choose 'cause I made up my mind
The way she jivin' to it was a f*ckin' vibe
She had me kinda zooted, can't imagine why
My baby mind in ruins from them city lights
Baby kinda losin' me, she knew I tried
I made the time for truth but she told a lie
Living lavish baby, got a lotta guala
She my Bangkok dangerous, take no chances
Prolly call my baby bitch 'cause she my bottom dollar
Bitch in triple trouble, Coco, Clair and Marjorie
Damsel in distress, she callin' out to god
I turned them rags to riches, made my family proud
I sailed a thousand seas and seen a thousand islands
I lived a thousand lives before I found my calling
The Prada, the Louis, both mine
Your man and his friend, both mine
Kissing my ass full time
'Cause I look the same offline
Pathological liar
Bitch you're flat like a tire
Girl built like a vape pen and think that she compare
These hoes be fried like the tips of their hair
But me? I'm not worried 'bout a dill pickle bitch
Swag-less while she's copying my fit
Oh, I think they like, always trying to bite me
Got the recipe and it still don't come out like me
Living lavish baby, got a lotta guala
She my Bangkok dangerous, take no chances
Prolly call my baby bitch 'cause she my bottom dollar
Bitch in triple trouble, Coco, Clair and Marjorie
Damsel in distress, she callin' out to god
I turned them rags to riches, made my family proud
I sailed a thousand seas and seen a thousand islands
I lived a thousand lives before I found my calling (yeah)