These f*cking people just dont know when to stop
They've got me sixteen different types of f*cked up
If i show up, they dont like me
Will I blow up, unlikely
Can they shut up
They wont shut up
Bitch you got me in a bad mood
Mad rude fuming with the attitude
I just ran outta f*cks to give
So sorry ill get back at you
Pretend you never noticed me
Cuz i just aint approachin B
You just another dirty f*ckin roach to me
Shit talkin is the name of the game
And i spit a lot of game to this city of fame
Swing it to the left and I swing it to the right
Shit I could sling this dick all night
I just gave her willy she fake it milli vanilli
But i faked all of my feelings to hit
I got allegations that I am just being lied to
You was seizin supersoakin my shit
I dont really give a f*ck this way that way
Kinda just like to rattle it
Making problems for my future self to clean up
Honestly a little bit tired of it
Bitch you got me in a bad mood
Mad rude fuming with the attitude
I just ran outta f*cks to give
So sorry ill get back at you
Pretend you never noticed me
Cuz i just aint approachin B
You just another dirty f*ckin roach to me
Every day is a bad day
Everybody these days wanna feel special
Guess so, got me hustlin at every get go
Not a single person wanna put in any effort
Somebody just called 'em kings and now they bad
These bitches are trippin
Scammin for gold in the kitchen
Swiping to know what they missin
Running the show in their vision
Bruh you aint special you chicken
You just like all of them children
This song was never for you
So dont you f*ckin take a listen
Take your ass to show and tell
Say i took an L
So they can laugh you outta class
Give you electric chair
I dont really like you but you on my mind
Thinkin that you won but really
Bitch you got me in a bad mood
Mad rude fuming with the attitude
I just ran outta f*cks to give
So sorry ill get back at you
Pretend you never noticed me
Cuz i just aint approachin B
You just another dirty f*ckin roach to me
Bad mood mad rude mean and comin after you
Five foot nine with some motheruf*cking attitude
Mad at you?
I aint mad at you
I'm just mad at the world and its got you in it bitch
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These f*cking people just dont know when to stop
They've got me sixteen different types of f*cked up
If i show up, they dont like me
Will I blow up, unlikely
Can they shut up
They wont shut up
Bitch you got me in a bad mood
Mad rude fuming with the attitude
I just ran outta f*cks to give
So sorry ill get back at you
Pretend you never noticed me
Cuz i just aint approachin B
You just another dirty f*ckin roach to me
Shit talkin is the name of the game
And i spit a lot of game to this city of fame
Swing it to the left and I swing it to the right
Shit I could sling this dick all night
I just gave her willy she fake it milli vanilli
But i faked all of my feelings to hit
I got allegations that I am just being lied to
You was seizin supersoakin my shit
I dont really give a f*ck this way that way
Kinda just like to rattle it
Making problems for my future self to clean up
Honestly a little bit tired of it
Bitch you got me in a bad mood
Mad rude fuming with the attitude
I just ran outta f*cks to give
So sorry ill get back at you
Pretend you never noticed me
Cuz i just aint approachin B
You just another dirty f*ckin roach to me
Every day is a bad day
Everybody these days wanna feel special
Guess so, got me hustlin at every get go
Not a single person wanna put in any effort
Somebody just called 'em kings and now they bad
These bitches are trippin
Scammin for gold in the kitchen
Swiping to know what they missin
Running the show in their vision
Bruh you aint special you chicken
You just like all of them children
This song was never for you
So dont you f*ckin take a listen
Take your ass to show and tell
Say i took an L
So they can laugh you outta class
Give you electric chair
I dont really like you but you on my mind
Thinkin that you won but really
Bitch you got me in a bad mood
Mad rude fuming with the attitude
I just ran outta f*cks to give
So sorry ill get back at you
Pretend you never noticed me
Cuz i just aint approachin B
You just another dirty f*ckin roach to me
Bad mood mad rude mean and comin after you
Five foot nine with some motheruf*cking attitude
Mad at you?
I aint mad at you
I'm just mad at the world and its got you in it bitch
They've got me sixteen different types of f*cked up
If i show up, they dont like me
Will I blow up, unlikely
Can they shut up
They wont shut up
Bitch you got me in a bad mood
Mad rude fuming with the attitude
I just ran outta f*cks to give
So sorry ill get back at you
Pretend you never noticed me
Cuz i just aint approachin B
You just another dirty f*ckin roach to me
Shit talkin is the name of the game
And i spit a lot of game to this city of fame
Swing it to the left and I swing it to the right
Shit I could sling this dick all night
I just gave her willy she fake it milli vanilli
But i faked all of my feelings to hit
I got allegations that I am just being lied to
You was seizin supersoakin my shit
I dont really give a f*ck this way that way
Kinda just like to rattle it
Making problems for my future self to clean up
Honestly a little bit tired of it
Bitch you got me in a bad mood
Mad rude fuming with the attitude
I just ran outta f*cks to give
So sorry ill get back at you
Pretend you never noticed me
Cuz i just aint approachin B
You just another dirty f*ckin roach to me
Every day is a bad day
Everybody these days wanna feel special
Guess so, got me hustlin at every get go
Not a single person wanna put in any effort
Somebody just called 'em kings and now they bad
These bitches are trippin
Scammin for gold in the kitchen
Swiping to know what they missin
Running the show in their vision
Bruh you aint special you chicken
You just like all of them children
This song was never for you
So dont you f*ckin take a listen
Take your ass to show and tell
Say i took an L
So they can laugh you outta class
Give you electric chair
I dont really like you but you on my mind
Thinkin that you won but really
Bitch you got me in a bad mood
Mad rude fuming with the attitude
I just ran outta f*cks to give
So sorry ill get back at you
Pretend you never noticed me
Cuz i just aint approachin B
You just another dirty f*ckin roach to me
Bad mood mad rude mean and comin after you
Five foot nine with some motheruf*cking attitude
Mad at you?
I aint mad at you
I'm just mad at the world and its got you in it bitch
Writer: Emmanuel Martir
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