Bitch what you really mad at me for
He kissin' on you but he trippin' on me tho
And he said you easy like a free throw
He say he want you but he really want me though
But he love the way I deepthroat
I don't choke babygirl Ima freak hoe
Let him swim in this pool sip this water like a fool
But for you babygirl its a no go
Bitch meet me outside,
Let me take you on a ride
Leave that weapon inside
Use your hands or die
Cause my niggas in this bitch
They'll come up with a homocide
Oh so now you don't mean it
You a pussy ass hoe ya friends peeped shit
You ain't bout that life you better mute it
I'll have you leaked out like the government aye
You need to stop cappin'
You ain't bout that action
You overreactin'
You deal with the wise men
Who keep u in a playpen
Where that cuff shit ain't happenin'
You waistin' your time sis
Yoy all in my call list
Cause your boothang my option
And he know I'm poppin'
Hit my phone with precaution
I ain't worried bout nothing
Ima show you how to rock
Show u how I got your homie slippin' out his socks
Couldn't resist slid in
Highkey forgot to turn his ringer off
No need for warmup
Pussy drippin' f*ck him in my crocs
Sent your call to voicemail then he turned my squealin' up a notch
F*ck like pornstars
Log in his phone lil bitch lay back and watch
Nigga don't f*ck with squares
Why he playin' you like hopscotch
But you keep on cappin' and overreactin' Bitch get lost
You need to stop cappin'
You ain't bout that action
You overreactin'
You deal with the wise men
Who keep u in a playpen
Where that cuff shit ain't happenin'
You waistin' your time sis
Yoy all in my call list
Cause your boothang my option
And he know I'm poppin'
Hit my phone with precaution
I ain't worried bout nothing
What you really mad at me for
Cause he kissin' on you but he trippin' on me tho
Said you easy like a flipphone
Let him say he want you but he really be at my home
But he love the way I flow
Made me pretty give me afterglow
Then he go tell that hoe no
Like gotta cross em out like tic tax toe
X, X, X
Beezo Bills - What's Mines Is Mines Lyrics
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Bitch what you really mad at me for
He kissin' on you but he trippin' on me tho
And he said you easy like a free throw
He say he want you but he really want me though
But he love the way I deepthroat
I don't choke babygirl Ima freak hoe
Let him swim in this pool sip this water like a fool
But for you babygirl its a no go
Bitch meet me outside,
Let me take you on a ride
Leave that weapon inside
Use your hands or die
Cause my niggas in this bitch
They'll come up with a homocide
Oh so now you don't mean it
You a pussy ass hoe ya friends peeped shit
You ain't bout that life you better mute it
I'll have you leaked out like the government aye
You need to stop cappin'
You ain't bout that action
You overreactin'
You deal with the wise men
Who keep u in a playpen
Where that cuff shit ain't happenin'
You waistin' your time sis
Yoy all in my call list
Cause your boothang my option
And he know I'm poppin'
Hit my phone with precaution
I ain't worried bout nothing
Ima show you how to rock
Show u how I got your homie slippin' out his socks
Couldn't resist slid in
Highkey forgot to turn his ringer off
No need for warmup
Pussy drippin' f*ck him in my crocs
Sent your call to voicemail then he turned my squealin' up a notch
F*ck like pornstars
Log in his phone lil bitch lay back and watch
Nigga don't f*ck with squares
Why he playin' you like hopscotch
But you keep on cappin' and overreactin' Bitch get lost
You need to stop cappin'
You ain't bout that action
You overreactin'
You deal with the wise men
Who keep u in a playpen
Where that cuff shit ain't happenin'
You waistin' your time sis
Yoy all in my call list
Cause your boothang my option
And he know I'm poppin'
Hit my phone with precaution
I ain't worried bout nothing
What you really mad at me for
Cause he kissin' on you but he trippin' on me tho
Said you easy like a flipphone
Let him say he want you but he really be at my home
But he love the way I flow
Made me pretty give me afterglow
Then he go tell that hoe no
Like gotta cross em out like tic tax toe
X, X, X
He kissin' on you but he trippin' on me tho
And he said you easy like a free throw
He say he want you but he really want me though
But he love the way I deepthroat
I don't choke babygirl Ima freak hoe
Let him swim in this pool sip this water like a fool
But for you babygirl its a no go
Bitch meet me outside,
Let me take you on a ride
Leave that weapon inside
Use your hands or die
Cause my niggas in this bitch
They'll come up with a homocide
Oh so now you don't mean it
You a pussy ass hoe ya friends peeped shit
You ain't bout that life you better mute it
I'll have you leaked out like the government aye
You need to stop cappin'
You ain't bout that action
You overreactin'
You deal with the wise men
Who keep u in a playpen
Where that cuff shit ain't happenin'
You waistin' your time sis
Yoy all in my call list
Cause your boothang my option
And he know I'm poppin'
Hit my phone with precaution
I ain't worried bout nothing
Ima show you how to rock
Show u how I got your homie slippin' out his socks
Couldn't resist slid in
Highkey forgot to turn his ringer off
No need for warmup
Pussy drippin' f*ck him in my crocs
Sent your call to voicemail then he turned my squealin' up a notch
F*ck like pornstars
Log in his phone lil bitch lay back and watch
Nigga don't f*ck with squares
Why he playin' you like hopscotch
But you keep on cappin' and overreactin' Bitch get lost
You need to stop cappin'
You ain't bout that action
You overreactin'
You deal with the wise men
Who keep u in a playpen
Where that cuff shit ain't happenin'
You waistin' your time sis
Yoy all in my call list
Cause your boothang my option
And he know I'm poppin'
Hit my phone with precaution
I ain't worried bout nothing
What you really mad at me for
Cause he kissin' on you but he trippin' on me tho
Said you easy like a flipphone
Let him say he want you but he really be at my home
But he love the way I flow
Made me pretty give me afterglow
Then he go tell that hoe no
Like gotta cross em out like tic tax toe
X, X, X
Writer: BROOKE ELYSE BRADLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave