She put her hands up in the air like she don't give a damn about you
She don't give a damn about you
She don't give a damn about you
She put em up put em up
Put em up
Hands in the air and she never gave a f*ck
Buzzcut summer
Shirt all cut up
Punk rock ethos
She don't need stuff
She's calm she's cool
She's fine
I don't mean attractive
I mean state of mind
Doesn't need your approval
Proof that
The petty pissing contest
Is all on you
Ha
U mad bro?
Oh
You a madman tho
Seems like
Not quite right
A little off in the head
But the average type
You ain't weird like me
You ain't queer like we
If it seems like he's faking the shit
He might be
Claims to be weird
Content mainstream
If you can call it content
Homie get like she
She put her hands up in the air like she don't give a damn about you
She don't give a damn about you
She don't give a damn about you
She's not asking what you think about her body (nope!)
She doesn't lay awake like
Oooh I hope he calls me (nope!)
She's on her own shit
And all she wants to know is if
It's a party it's a party
It's a party
If we going in then come on let's get it
If you wanna roll
Better ride that rhythm
If you wanna drink
Better sip that venom
If you hate being friend zoned
F*ck your feelings
Laugh it off. Nice try
Better luck next time
You can play the nice guy
I'm good
I'm good
Me and my moral fortitude
You can come to
But I'm not gonna force you
She put her hands up in the air like she don't give a damn about you
She don't give a damn about you
She don't give a damn about you
We got our hands in the air
This party liver than a roller coaster
Grab a swisher
Roll the doja
Pass that shit
Like you supposed to
I don't even smoke
These haters OENO
This dude just another bro
What's up with the lady folk
Looking at a cishet
Like a bomb threat
Feeling like a boss
I ain't even with the mob yet
Kill your conquest
Your inconsequent
And clearly don't
Understand consent
I make a stand
With a band of friends
If you f*ck up again
Then that's the end
Try to throw shade
On this bright motherf*cker
I can shine throw shade and bring the night motherf*cker
Do some light crocheting with some ice road truckers
Doesn't matter what you do
You still can't touch us
Brian Is Ze - She Lyrics
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She put her hands up in the air like she don't give a damn about you
She don't give a damn about you
She don't give a damn about you
She put em up put em up
Put em up
Hands in the air and she never gave a f*ck
Buzzcut summer
Shirt all cut up
Punk rock ethos
She don't need stuff
She's calm she's cool
She's fine
I don't mean attractive
I mean state of mind
Doesn't need your approval
Proof that
The petty pissing contest
Is all on you
Ha
U mad bro?
Oh
You a madman tho
Seems like
Not quite right
A little off in the head
But the average type
You ain't weird like me
You ain't queer like we
If it seems like he's faking the shit
He might be
Claims to be weird
Content mainstream
If you can call it content
Homie get like she
She put her hands up in the air like she don't give a damn about you
She don't give a damn about you
She don't give a damn about you
She's not asking what you think about her body (nope!)
She doesn't lay awake like
Oooh I hope he calls me (nope!)
She's on her own shit
And all she wants to know is if
It's a party it's a party
It's a party
If we going in then come on let's get it
If you wanna roll
Better ride that rhythm
If you wanna drink
Better sip that venom
If you hate being friend zoned
F*ck your feelings
Laugh it off. Nice try
Better luck next time
You can play the nice guy
I'm good
I'm good
Me and my moral fortitude
You can come to
But I'm not gonna force you
She put her hands up in the air like she don't give a damn about you
She don't give a damn about you
She don't give a damn about you
We got our hands in the air
This party liver than a roller coaster
Grab a swisher
Roll the doja
Pass that shit
Like you supposed to
I don't even smoke
These haters OENO
This dude just another bro
What's up with the lady folk
Looking at a cishet
Like a bomb threat
Feeling like a boss
I ain't even with the mob yet
Kill your conquest
Your inconsequent
And clearly don't
Understand consent
I make a stand
With a band of friends
If you f*ck up again
Then that's the end
Try to throw shade
On this bright motherf*cker
I can shine throw shade and bring the night motherf*cker
Do some light crocheting with some ice road truckers
Doesn't matter what you do
You still can't touch us
She don't give a damn about you
She don't give a damn about you
She put em up put em up
Put em up
Hands in the air and she never gave a f*ck
Buzzcut summer
Shirt all cut up
Punk rock ethos
She don't need stuff
She's calm she's cool
She's fine
I don't mean attractive
I mean state of mind
Doesn't need your approval
Proof that
The petty pissing contest
Is all on you
Ha
U mad bro?
Oh
You a madman tho
Seems like
Not quite right
A little off in the head
But the average type
You ain't weird like me
You ain't queer like we
If it seems like he's faking the shit
He might be
Claims to be weird
Content mainstream
If you can call it content
Homie get like she
She put her hands up in the air like she don't give a damn about you
She don't give a damn about you
She don't give a damn about you
She's not asking what you think about her body (nope!)
She doesn't lay awake like
Oooh I hope he calls me (nope!)
She's on her own shit
And all she wants to know is if
It's a party it's a party
It's a party
If we going in then come on let's get it
If you wanna roll
Better ride that rhythm
If you wanna drink
Better sip that venom
If you hate being friend zoned
F*ck your feelings
Laugh it off. Nice try
Better luck next time
You can play the nice guy
I'm good
I'm good
Me and my moral fortitude
You can come to
But I'm not gonna force you
She put her hands up in the air like she don't give a damn about you
She don't give a damn about you
She don't give a damn about you
We got our hands in the air
This party liver than a roller coaster
Grab a swisher
Roll the doja
Pass that shit
Like you supposed to
I don't even smoke
These haters OENO
This dude just another bro
What's up with the lady folk
Looking at a cishet
Like a bomb threat
Feeling like a boss
I ain't even with the mob yet
Kill your conquest
Your inconsequent
And clearly don't
Understand consent
I make a stand
With a band of friends
If you f*ck up again
Then that's the end
Try to throw shade
On this bright motherf*cker
I can shine throw shade and bring the night motherf*cker
Do some light crocheting with some ice road truckers
Doesn't matter what you do
You still can't touch us
Writer: Brian Is Ze
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid