Troye Raustein - I'M THE SHIT (feat. Sitara California)

I'm the shit
I'm I'm I'm the shit
I'm the shit
I'm I'm I'm the shit
I'm the shit
I'm I'm I'm the shit
I'm I'm I'm the shit
Land a Jet yeah, book a set yeah, buy a crib yeah, Burkin bag yeah (Burkin bag)
Fendi strap yeah, Louis tag yeah, Louis jacket, yeah Louis jacket
Drop top, pop up, drop top, one shot, lobster, none stop, yeah, none stop
I got Berry Berry (Bur bur), gotta have a millie check, (fuck!) fuck a jet lag I don't talk shit
Balanciaga flip flop (Drop top), tryna get my hubby, going urban street-wear, Imma be a hippie
Manifest yeah, goldcrest yeah. I'm the alpha, King cobra, I wear Prada, I'm a monster
Money dealer, money dealer, money in my bank
You work, work in the am I'm not a gangsta, say it in mantra
Buss down, I'm so lit! Buss down, I'm so lit!
Bought a cobra, bottle Brignac keep it on my tab, 7 Millie mansion on my mind
Keep it on my tab, millionaire yeah I'm a millionaire
Hit the wax throw it back, shot of jack, on my tap, on my tap
Yeah, yeah!
I'm the shit
I'm I'm I'm I'm the shit
I'm the shit
I'm I'm I'm I'm the shit
Don't need sugar daddy
I'm the sugar daddy
I'm the shit
I'm I'm I'm I'm the shit
It's Sitara California
Sitara California
I'm the shit
I'm the shit
Brown ass bitch
Big ass tits
Uh!
Imma sit on your face, he says he likes how I taste, Uh!
I'm the shit they're ain't no competing, lazy bitches sleep until the evening
My hair's real don't got no weaving
Jealous bitches I can hear you weeping
Did I hurt your little feelings? When I called you out for deceiving?
I'm a Queen and all you bitches is leechin', I need a king for more than an one evenin'
I'm the shit because I said so, If they don't love u then let go
You gotta Learn how to say no, to people tryna to steal your flow
I'm the shit, God blessed me, that's why you wanna undress me
Don't press me, I get testy, working on my future I'm manifesty
(Bitch) I'm the shit
(Bitch) I'm the shit
(Bitch) I'm the shit
I'm the shit
(Bitch) I'm the shit
(Bitch) I'm the shit
(Bitch) I'm the shit
California
I'm the shit
I'm I'm I'm I'm the shit
I'm the shit
I'm I'm I'm I'm the shit
Don't need sugar daddy
I'm the sugar daddy
I'm the shit
I'm I'm I'm I'm the shit
Here we go again
Troye, Sitara
Let's go
California
I got jewels, I got money on my mind
I got hoes, I got bitches on my mind
Imma, Imma sit on your face
Yeah bitches, yeah bitches, yeah fucking bitches!
I mean em white boys, I mean I'll kiss em homies
They be all over me, they be all over me, yeah, yeah!
Woah!
Imma pull up in my Cybertruck, Imma get some real estate
Imma write a check just throw it in your face like I don't give a fuck
Imma buy him Louis V, Imma get me Cartier, Imma drip that icy like my mama Saweetie
(Bitch) I'm the shit
(Bitch) I'm the shit
(Bitch) I'm the shit
I'm the shit
(Bitch) I'm the shit
(Bitch) I'm the shit
(Bitch) I'm the shit
California

Written by:
Sitara California, Troye Raustein

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