Katie Tropp - Pop Tarts & Cereal lyrics

[Verse 1] I know I look oh so fly With my long blonde hair and my pretty blue eyes But guys I don't wear a disguise So don't approach me with bullsh** and lies Just know that I am somethin' different Unlike most women I wanna earn my riches Not by s**in' dick heads Or bein' a gold digger I don't take my drama straight to f**in' twitter I'm very laid back and got a mind of my own Don't care if I am yours to have and to hold Not scared of bein' alone Don't do what I'm told If you lookin' for a house wife stay outta my zone I ain't bout dat life and I ain't about to change Baking food in the kitchen would drive me insane I'd prolly take a knife stab you in the face Drink all of your blood because I like how it tastes! [Hook] Pop Tarts and Cereal is all you get Because you know my a** can't cook sh** Not interested in being domesticated I don't bow down to no one I ain't your b**h! Pop Tarts and Cereal is all you get Because you know my a** can't cook sh** Not interested in being domesticated I don't bow down to no one I ain't your b**h! [Verse 2] Now let's jump to the topic of kids If you already got em I'm not interested If you want em go find some other b**h Cause I ain't the one to spend your life with I was not born with that instinct To wipe a child's a** or rub my man's feet I ain't no servant I only clean up after me Get outta my bed f** cuddling! I don't want no b**h with some worthless opinion Nagging in my ear like I'm spose to give a sh** I didn't sign up for this I'd rather die in my loneliness Than deal with a whiny b**h Who can't handle my independence Don't think you about to drag me around Dress me up the way you want show me off around town I ain't your clown Or a trophy wife I'd rather eat gla** than live that life! [Hook] Pop Tarts and Cereal is all you get Because you know my a** can't cook sh** Not interested in being domesticated I don't bow down to no one I ain't your b**h! Pop Tarts and Cereal is all you get Because you know my a** can't cook sh** Not interested in being domesticated I don't bow down to no one I ain't your b**h! [Verse 3] If you think you bout ta get me with that mind control That ain't about to happen though I think on my own Because I know that I don't need you I can kick you out my life with my size seven shoe Then never look back because the past is where you stay I only move forward and you can't keep up with me So you best get out the way or get run over You actin' all surprised even though I already told ya Katie Tropp's the truth I ain't like all of you I don't play your stupid game I don't need a f**in' boo If I'm alone than that's cool I'm always gonna hold me down Ain't scared of nothin', nothin's gonna stop me now! [Hook] Pop Tarts and Cereal is all you get Because you know my a** can't cook sh** Not interested in being domesticated I don't bow down to no one I ain't your b**h! Pop Tarts and Cereal is all you get Because you know my a** can't cook sh** Not interested in being domesticated I don't bow down to no one I ain't your b**h!