BbyMutha - Janis Ian Dyke lyrics

[Intro] Mama… you look like a rockstar [Verse 1] I do my daughter hair, I take a break to serve a junkie I can’t lay up with these n***as, I know they just wanna f** me Catching dick and missing money, missing money, catching dick Now I nut off paper cuts,I count it backwards chop a brick I know b**hes wanna be me - insecure like Issa Rae I mean okay, let’s see whats broken p**y b**h I gotta block today By the way, I can’t hear the hate I’m in the air today I’m on the way to Amsterdam to put it in the air today Bags on top of bags today, foot all on they neck today She say what she wanna say but who that b**h gon’ check today? Nothing but the meal, don’t burn in hell, don’t play with God okay? I be where you scared to go, pull up on me like your dope [Hook] I’m that b**h (I’m that b**h) Been that b**h (been that b**h) Still that b**h (still that b**h) Gon’ stay that b**h (gon’ stay that b**h, yeah) I’m that b**h (I’m that b**h) Been that b**h (been that b**h) Still that b**h (still that b**h) Gon’ stay that b**h (gon’ stay that b**h, yeah) I’m that b**h (I’m that b**h) Been that b**h (been that b**h) Still that b**h (still that b**h) Gon’ stay that b**h (gon’ stay that b**h, yeah) I’m that b**h (I’m that b**h) Been that b**h (been that b**h) Still that b**h (still that b**h) Gon’ stay that b**h (gon’ stay that b**h, yeah, yeah) [Spoken Interlude] Man these hoes still talking bout sh** that happened in motherf**ing high school like I give a f** about high school b**h this ain’t 2007 this 2018 I’m right now b**h Shut the f** up stupid a** b**h! [Verse 2] n***as rolling reefer on my left, a pistol on my right Ain’t know f**ing telling where my knife, I keep her tucked and tight Please don’t blow my high unless you not afraid to die tonight I know you see me glowing, got you contemplating suicide (yeah) Extra-ordinary b**h, getting money, no funny sh** Level up and cop that stupid whip you always wanted b**h! Super Saiyan energy you hoes could never flex on me He molly'd me, I’m feeling me, I’m rolling with a cheque on me All my weaves synthetic, all my n***as got a girlfriend Imma get the neck and you can love him till the world end Riding with my demons, bout to pop an Auburn Mist Mango ’Scotto on my lips, your favourite dealer on my dick b**h [Hook] I’m that b**h (I’m that b**h) Been that b**h (been that b**h) Still that b**h (still that b**h) Gon’ stay that b**h (gon’ stay that b**h, yeah) I’m that b**h (I’m that b**h) Been that b**h (been that b**h) Still that b**h (still that b**h) Gon’ stay that b**h (gon’ stay that b**h, yeah) I’m that b**h (I’m that b**h) Been that b**h (been that b**h) Still that b**h (still that b**h) Gon’ stay that b**h (gon’ stay that b**h, yeah) I’m that b**h (I’m that b**h) Been that b**h (been that b**h) Still that b**h (still that b**h) Gon’ stay that b**h (gon’ stay that b**h, yeah, yeah) [Spoken-Word Outro] I’m just so motherf**ing glad I ain’t ever had to be no lame-a**, groupie-a** but… Y’all hoes be stressed ‘bout sh** that ain’t even got nothing to do with y’all Y’all all up in my business, all up in my p**y, worried ‘bout me Worry ‘bout your-motherf**ing-self you f**ing yeast infection having-a** b**h! Ha ha!