DetGirlNeeNee - Dats Dat

Bitches up early in the morning on the fuck shit
Ain even brushed they teeth yet
Ain even washed they face yet
Bitches don't need it they just wanna get some braces
Know he don't really like you so you trynna have his baby
I get money messy bitches I can't hang with
Bitch I am not famous
But better know I am not nameless
Throw up gang whole lot of pfk shit
Bitches just be looking
But I know they ain't gone say shit
Lil bitty ass boy just like a hot dog
Bitch you wearing knock offs
Bitch I got them rocks on
Up early in the morning in the studio
Bitch I play my cards but ain't talking yugio
Yellow new Ferrari just like Pikachu
They won't know you from a can of paint
But wanna beef with you
Disrespect my dawg we coming after you
Hoping out the van
Just like them niggas shaggy scooby doo
With that woopty woop
I don't fuck with little boys just like buddy them
And I'm with my cousin them
Niggas got on dusty Timb's
Slam dunk on a bitch ima break the rim
And we do it big notorious like little Kim
Four pfk with the whoas in lil Cali
Hot coochie thotties tossing my bros pink panties
Coming to yo city yea bitch superstar status
Keep our money to ourself
We ain throwing shit at magic
Ain nobody gimme shit
Ain get no hand out
Bitches shaking ass on the gram with they ass out
Ain on that type shit
Ain with the hype shit
Y'all worry bout everything yea
Except the right shit
Moonwalking on the beat
Hell yea just like Michael
Niggas bitches on they period
Hell yea they on they cycle
Harder than these pussy hoes
And I put that on the bible
Got lil meat up on the roof
But he ain shooting with no rifle
And I'm freestyling ain writing shit
Y'all gotta write and shit
Sweet small ass nigga
Yea he like a Mike n Ike and shit
They know who got the city lit
You ain't gotta ask a bitch
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god yea
Moonwalking on the beat
Hell yea just like Michael
Niggas bitches on they period
Hell yea they on they cycle
Harder than these pussy hoes
And I put that on the bible
Got lil meat up on the roof
But he ain shooting with no rifle
And I'm freestyling ain writing shit
Y'all gotta write and shit
Sweet small ass nigga
Yea he like a Mike n Ike and shit
They know who got the city lit
You ain't gotta ask a bitch
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god yea

Written by:
Quanecia Harden

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