Alayalee - Side Lines Lyrics

Y'all bitches bore me
Y'all don't excite me
Always seem to get invites
Always uninviting
She say when she see me in the street, we fighting
But every time she see me she looking for correct lighting
Y'all bitches fictitious, frivolous
Real? Ridiculous
I've always been legitimate
My mind is wired intricate
My time real pricey like I'm cutting off your ligaments
These words everything
Bet I go nuts on it
Bitches wouldn't have a good thing to say
If I put some toothpaste on they brush and god
I just scrubbed on it
I don't have no love for them
They can take they opinions and run forest
I run forums
But I swear to Gawd
I am not down with your squad
And your nonchalant facades
I think you need a cotton swab
If you can't hear what I'm saying
Like.. Do you got a job?
Not to plot
Not to rob
Not finesse
Not to hate
Not to eat only cuz dates
What the f*ck is on her plate?
What the f*ck is on her plate?
On Gawd...
I'm starting to think I'm the only one
On this earth
That don't think a mere human being owe me some

But how you hating and you sitting on the sidelines?
But how you hating and you sitting on the sidelines?
But how you hating and you sitting on the sidelines?
I don't f*ck with broke niggas or joke niggas
I don't f*ck with go figures or goal diggers
I be pushing
I be rocking
I'm so dope nigga
You gon' tell me who gonna get to the goal quicker

Giving you a slap on the wrist
Like its gym time, relay
I'm on the money train, you're on delay
I been holding back, just to fashionably, be late
Your girl a club hopping thot
I can't relate
These young, broke, hoe niggas think I owe them
I probably linked and left him hanging
Like his f*cking scrotum
These bitches worst than niggas that's worst than bitches
These niggas talk bout guns never felt the trigger
Go figure!
I'm on a bigger picture
They say Laya so boujie cuz she getting richer
They say Laya so mean
Laya never on a seen
Laya always stacking chips
Laya doing big things!
Ima good looking bish
All you bitches mood rings
Y'all be f*cking for a rack like a boom bada bing
Don't talk out your mouth unless you wanna see me swing
These hoes ain't got bars
I'm Singh Singh but never bunk
I'm sick but don't upchuck
New groove I gets Kronk
I'm good with my numbers
I'm good with the numb
My crew got the hummer
I'm good with the hum
I nip shit in the bud
Not nip and then tuck
I tried to teach these hoes
But all these bitches flunks
Running through the tunnel
And never hold my tongue

But how you hating and you sitting on the sidelines?
But how you hating and you sitting on the sidelines?
But how you hating and you sitting on the sidelines?
I don't f*ck with broke niggas or joke niggas
I don't f*ck with go figures or goal diggers
I be pushing
I be rocking
I'm so dope nigga
You gon' tell me who gonna get to the goal quicker