Lil Mama Aisha - Diss Track #3 lyrics

Pretty boy doesn't impress me, he keeps trying to text saying 'would u like to undress me?" Man I swear these boys think it's funny, wait till your girl says she's pregnant, where your supposed to get the money Don't pull up to my house askin for some help, should've thought of that before u laughed cuz I didn't have s** Look at you on your knees, you keep begging for some apologizes Shoe sizes doesn't affect me, walking down the street is like walking down sesame You get stopped and get asked a lot of questions Did I ask you where i'm going, I might as well ask you do you like that boy? I don't have to, cuase you already blushin Walkin down the street with my baby phats on On my motorcycle with my speakers turning me on Have a little baby, and call it john Then let it grow up and work in my hair salon Cause I know you will money from business, I am a millionare Pretty boy here are my kisses, but u ain't touchin my critches Look at you smirking, you look like them b****es They be on the street rapping to themselves cause they can't use a mic You can't even rap, you always have something else to type Talking about why can't I s** u up tonight Maybe i'm not a d*** like you, I might as well call u mike Don't try to spread rumors cuz you always ask me the same thing like I didn't tell u no, but wen I agree my phone gets taken faster than a light Don't try me, when I say not tonight, i'm just tryna be nice, so pretty boy are you calling for a fight Better get yo side chick to hold on tight, cause imam make sure y'all get rocked good tonight Imam kick, imam stomp, imam drag, imam pump, pump it pump it with the weave we call junk Im tryna snatch it out to show u who's the main one B**** we're done