Bree Runway - No Sir (Freestyle)

Oh my God!
Wa-woha, woo ha? Woo ha
What the hell am I even gonna talk about?
Yea, yea

You know I ain't wholesome
I need two of them niggas like the Olsens
They say that I'm too fun
Skin brown like the Henny
Baby, pour some
You know I ain't wholesome
I got two of them niggas like the Olsens
They say that I'm too fun
Skin brown like the Henny
Baby, pour some

Ah-ha, no sir
You cannot sleep on me, no sir
I ain't a cold serve
Real pop girl shit, like the posters
Ah, no sir
You cannot sleep on me, no sir
I ain't a cold serve
Real pop girl shit like the posters

Ooh, ya need some more
You ain't never seen a girl like me before
That's why when you leave the door
You deleting the numbers of all your whores
Hey, platinum pussy too magic
Buy me a Lambo and a horse carriage
Then we can talk about marriage
Bust me down in VVS, I ain't average
Serving you drama, sex, fashion, couture
And everything snazzy
You wanna treat me all flashy dashing
So I can tell my friends that I'm calling you daddy, uh

No sir
You cannot sleep on me, no sir
I ain't a cold serve
Real pop girl shit like the posters
No sir
You cannot sleep on me, no sir
I ain't a cold serve
Real pop girl shit like the posters

Written by:
Brenda Mensah, Johannes Burger, Kilian Wilke

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Peermusic Publishing

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