Are you the b*tch who talks sh*t at the back
Who cares 'bout you, don’t love no one
Are you the b*tch who act all the time
Be just you and stop the dramas
Give me ma money get out of ma house
You’re the cheese and i am the mouse
Forget me please you’re a mess
Study more b*tch and talk less
b*tches gotta lot to say
Let me clap your face
You break hearts, i break faces
You better work i hate lazies
What kind of b*tch you arе x7
I don’t share the violencе
It doesn’t have any sense
Trying to forget
Cmon post it on the press
Walking on the street
Their eyes are eating me
I’m so sorry fu*kin b*tch
I’m a poisoned meat
I prefer to stay in the back
I don’t wanna be with people like that
You can laugh like donkeys
But i’m not saving the wigs in boxes
What kind of b*tch you are? x7
b*tches gotta lot to say
Let me clap your face
What kind of b*tch you are?
Yeah