See ya bitch sitting pretty
You a fan
You can sign right on my titties
Got my own style
Own wave
Bitch i'm lit
Love a nigga who ain't scared to take a trip
He read my body like a motherf*ckin' script
And love the way the cookie grip, tight fit
And if he
Wanna eat me gotta promise he gon' do it right
He on my body got em flexin' like a cockfight
Be asking "Daddy i'm your baby" for the whole night
Give it to him once & now he acting like he soul-tied
Its fairly odd I got these bitches doin tricks
Got em flipping off the wall tryna copy all my gifts
It ain't on me, bitch, its in me
I just call it like it is
Ya'll keep bandin' up with frauds
That's why ya money disappeared
Every time they thought I fell off, I shitted on they career
Act like they seen a ghost
Call me casper I reappear
"Why her singin' ass keep spittin'?"
Ion know but I got ya ear
Better sound off the alarm, cause I'm coming
No Paul Revere, Ah
See ya bitch sitting pretty
You a fan
You can sign right on my titties
Tazi Artist - Signature Lyrics
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See ya bitch sitting pretty
You a fan
You can sign right on my titties
Got my own style
Own wave
Bitch i'm lit
Love a nigga who ain't scared to take a trip
He read my body like a motherf*ckin' script
And love the way the cookie grip, tight fit
And if he
Wanna eat me gotta promise he gon' do it right
He on my body got em flexin' like a cockfight
Be asking "Daddy i'm your baby" for the whole night
Give it to him once & now he acting like he soul-tied
Its fairly odd I got these bitches doin tricks
Got em flipping off the wall tryna copy all my gifts
It ain't on me, bitch, its in me
I just call it like it is
Ya'll keep bandin' up with frauds
That's why ya money disappeared
Every time they thought I fell off, I shitted on they career
Act like they seen a ghost
Call me casper I reappear
"Why her singin' ass keep spittin'?"
Ion know but I got ya ear
Better sound off the alarm, cause I'm coming
No Paul Revere, Ah
See ya bitch sitting pretty
You a fan
You can sign right on my titties
You a fan
You can sign right on my titties
Got my own style
Own wave
Bitch i'm lit
Love a nigga who ain't scared to take a trip
He read my body like a motherf*ckin' script
And love the way the cookie grip, tight fit
And if he
Wanna eat me gotta promise he gon' do it right
He on my body got em flexin' like a cockfight
Be asking "Daddy i'm your baby" for the whole night
Give it to him once & now he acting like he soul-tied
Its fairly odd I got these bitches doin tricks
Got em flipping off the wall tryna copy all my gifts
It ain't on me, bitch, its in me
I just call it like it is
Ya'll keep bandin' up with frauds
That's why ya money disappeared
Every time they thought I fell off, I shitted on they career
Act like they seen a ghost
Call me casper I reappear
"Why her singin' ass keep spittin'?"
Ion know but I got ya ear
Better sound off the alarm, cause I'm coming
No Paul Revere, Ah
See ya bitch sitting pretty
You a fan
You can sign right on my titties
Writer: Tariziana Thompson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid