Kayla Nicole - SMA lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Y'all know sh*t get ugly When a pretty b*tch fight Bulldog with some lashes Wanna kiss or wanna bite? Believe that (Uh) [Pre-Chorus 1] Hercules, Herc—, Hercules Work your knees, work, work your knees Meg Thee Stallion tease Hol' it, hol' it, hol' it, hol' it Roll it, roll it (Come on) Now roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it Roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it, put in motion like the ocean Roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it Roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it [Chorus] su*k my ass, ass, ass, ass su*k my ass, ass, ass, ass My besfriend dancin', she do it so romantic su*k my ass, ass, ass, ass (Come on) [Verse 1] Dancin' in the club, lookin' for a thug Drug dealin' ni**a finna throw a couple bucks Throw that ass for them ones while you lookin' for the one b*tches actin' prissy, I'm just tryna make a milli (Come on) So my booty goin' silly, Lil' Keke, b*tch If I hit you and I miss ya I'ma keke the whip b*tches bad on Instagram but can't even sit in the VIP Thumb tappin' through the phone, where the fu*k is your lip? (Come on) I'm finna clown, b*tch, it's goin' down, b*tch You bothered-ass, beggin'-ass, broke-ass b*tch You a weak-ass, Joker face, chicken-ass b*tch Want smoke but cannot roll up, I'm finna choke ass b*tch (Come on) [Chorus] su*k my ass, ass, ass, ass su*k my ass, ass, ass, ass My besfriend dancin', she do it so romantic su*k my ass, ass, ass, ass (Come on) [Post-Chorus] Ayy, b*tch, I'm born in May, so I'm 'bout the money Floyd Mayweather, b*tch, I'm so one hunnid [Chorus] My best friend dancin', she do it so romantic su*k my ass, ass, ass, ass (Come on) su*k my ass, ass, ass, ass su*k my ass, ass, ass, ass My besfriend dancin', she do it so romantic su*k my ass, ass, ass, ass (Come on) [Verse 2] Ayy, look, you know I'm pretty b*tch too But I throw ass and throw blow Make up, lace cut, ain't sh*t made up Weave in, weave out like still the same amount You out here chasin' the fame, I'm out here makin' it rain (Come on) [Bridge] Yeah, they mad 'cause I'm blessed, b*tch And you stressed, b*tch 'Cause I'm blessed, b*tch You cannot touch this Yeah, they mad 'cause I'm blessed, b*tch And you stressed, b*tch 'Cause I'm blessed, b*tch You cannot touch this (Come on) [Pre-Chorus 2] And I don't fu*k with that b*tch but I ain't no hatin' ass hoe I make it clap with my ass, at least I said somethin' though (Come on) I make it clap with my ass, I make it clap with my ass I make it clap with my ass, at least I said somethin' though (Come on) [Chorus] su*k my ass, ass, ass, ass su*k my ass, ass, ass, ass My besfriend dancin', she do it so romantic su*k my ass, ass, ass, ass