Saucy Santana - Get TF Out My Face lyrics

[Intro] (D-diego) (B-b-bankroll got it) [Chorus] These hoes all on my body Could give a fu*k what they say Do what I want, I don’t say sorry So get the fu*k out my face I don’t want yo’ ni**a, he want me (b*tch) Get the fu*k out my way I’m allergic to that broke sh*t Could give a fu*k what they think [Verse One] (Uh) Do what I want I don’t say sorry You a basic b*tch eatin’ calamari Everybody know that’s a starter kit I’m eatin’ yellowtail with yo’ daddy b*tch Yadamean, fasho, yadamean, I mean Don’t want no small talk, only seein’ green If I post up on my page, it’s a big thing Got his ex in my DMs tryna make a scene (Tuh) Pull up, fu*k it, Fendi (Ah) Wit’ a baguette bag and it’s full of plenty A sh*t talkin’ broke b*tch offends me (Tuh) Your mouth should match your pockets, empty (Ahh) In LA wit’ the palm trees In a big G Wag’, we don’t need no keys I’m the sh*t b*tch (Sugar, honey, ice, tea) Wit’ a Klondike wrist, b*tch I’m icy [Chorus] These hoes all on my body Could give a fu*k what they say Do what I want, I don’t say sorry So get the fu*k out my face I don’t want yo’ ni**a, he want me (b*tch) Get the fu*k out my way I’m allergic to that broke sh*t Could give a fu*k what they think [Verse Two] I’m too raw, these b*tches be plastic (Yeah) He wanna eat the box, too bad he can’t have it (Tuh) Top tier pussy, I ain’t never been average (Nah) b*tches like me cut from a different fabric (Ah) Pull up, hop out, a mood (Yeah) I see you hatin’ over there, that’s cute (Hehe) Can’t let a broke b*tch kill my groove b*tch, back back, these thousand dollar shoes (Expensive) [Chorus] These hoes all on my body Could give a fu*k what they say Do what I want, I don’t say sorry So get the fu*k out my face I don’t want yo’ ni**a, he want me (b*tch) Get the fu*k out my way I’m allergic to that broke sh*t Could give a fu*k what they think