Composed by 57
Written by 57
Arranged by 57
Mixed by 57
Mastered by 57
Produced by 57
Everybody should know I hate these B17ches
Force 'nd put press on me nobody would like this
Push her plain life like it's something to follow with (B17ch)
Pick on everythin' throw her seniority 'round u
Know my number 'nd keep it on the slow-witted asshole
Oh my god holy B17ch
Who can stop the B17ch roar
Whole mouth preach makes me wanna dash
Oh my god holy B17ch
Who can make the B17ch roll
A single press makes a B17ch flush
I got a headache when I b right here
Lurkin' lion brute hidden corner eyes stare
Pounce a blast we got p*y control
I don't f*kin' care it barkin' aloud off (no kiddin')
Well slap it stick it work 2 bone
Gaze in freezed orbit mouth outta blood
Show a sham regard when go down on my knee
What the f*k 'bout the B17ch wanna force me till B17ch
Oh my god
Who can stop the B17ch roar
We gonna leave this B17ch alone
But the farther're we the closer's B17ch
Oh my god
Who can stop the B17ch roar
Woe is it marry the pretty doll
Mama gave the birth 2 the fully fool
Squawk of a chant can't get u size
Or I poke u crime a fake inside
Tie myself up 2 b the survivor
Wrong myself up she not satisfy
Brute never dare to the fire
What r u doin' motherf*er
Walk on a pulse we sense of tension
Down my eyes deeper dodgin' lurker
She force a smile like joy repressor
Prank of bastard make it colder
Step on the stage when I can't stop heart beatin'
O eyez on nose ain't dare 2 look in the
EYE do no trouble 'nd won't say a word 2 the (B17ch)
Clutch at the B17ch get some thrill in preachin'
We're bucked up We're bucked up
So u may know I've looked u down upon at ur back
But can never hide what u do with me 'nd also where u bein'
Someone f*ked me then a sl*t pop leavin' 2
The skinnny motherf*er with a high voice
The skinnny motherf*er with a high voice
The skinnny motherf*er with a high voice
Not my demandin' daddy but so exactin'
Not real care just emotional cage yeah
The skinnny motherf*er with a high voice
O 4 show thank u with the mama's gun
Repressin' the past we ain't ever young
The skinnny motherf*er with a high voice
We're bucked up under her thumb yeah
Blood of anger burst 'nd doused
We gon' attack it against justice
Bloom of flower hurt in rose prick
We're bucked up under her thumb yeah
Blood of anger burst 'nd doused
We gon' attack it against justice
Bloom of flower hurt in rose prick
Oh my god
Oh my god
Guys tell me take it easy but it still bein'
Don't treat like always room pong from the booty
It here-2-stay It better-off-gone
Nevermind burnin' 'round it constantly goes B17ch
Beg ur pardon who leaves B17ch alone
Ain't normal man done
