Bad Fat Black Girl - Trap Feminist

I was smoking mid in Sandy
Sippin Nuvo straight
I was failing all my classes
Bill wasn't getting paid
Had a nigga come and ask me
To move his petty weight
Bail again? Thats the last thing
I was tryna make
Then in 2010 I
Had to shift again by
Trappin out the fuckin city
'Til my graduation is
It was me and my degree
Listening to old Nicki
I survived and lived through shit
That was meant to kill me
Bad bitches on them records
They more than fantasies
Them bitches on ya block now
Sellin food stamps for the cheap
The type of bitches that stay strapped
With a pink Telfar
Could be the one that'll blow ya back
Or ya fuckin brains out
Type to turn ya mans out
Type to check you and your mama
Type to Ask you for to number
Just so she can fuck ya patna
Niggas say a lot of shit
but to me the meaning different
Hood bitches got the answers
That's the point you keep missing

Hood bitches got the answers that's the point you keep on missing
Hood bitches got the answers that's the point you keep on missing
Hood bitches got the answers that's the point you keep on missing
You would feel me if you'd shut yo ass up and pay attention

Ten toes down
Never been a clown
Pull in 6 figures
And I still talk loud
Big and I'm proud
Yea big and I'm bad
If I want some new shit
Imma just ask your dad
Nah
Let me stop playing
Let me switch flows real quick
So you hear can what I'm saying
I could fuck yo pops
But ya mama is paying
Them dues and them bills
So she who I'm obeying
She put me on game
And she showed me her scars
All she told me was high
When I asked bout a bar
That's on Dr. Ruth Nicole
That's on Dr. Morgan Joan
That's on Hip hop hoochies
I done found my way back home
That's on hot girl summer
That's on throw it in a circle
That's on rob his ass sis
That's on Shug in Color Purple
Bitches worry bout clout
But ain't earned a single stripe
Y'all let them tell you what it cost
When you can set ya own price
Fill your birth control prescription
'Fore you come and talk to me
Talkin Black girl liberation
But you fuck white boys for the free
You can't save me if i know more than you
And that's the truth
You can take ya shots. I ain't feelin shit
I'm bulletproof

I ain't exposing hoes. I could
But I'm not Karrine Steffans
I'm just speaking up for girls
That can't give you they own confession
She
Mighta did some shit
You ain't really fuckin wit
If that's ya problem, talk to god nem
We ain't tryna hear that shit
We done flipped the script
Created our own medicine
Hot shit I wrote I called it Notes
From a Trap Feminist

Hood bitches got the answers that's the point you keep on missing
Hood bitches got the answers that's the point you keep on missing
Hood bitches got the answers that's the point you keep on missing
You would feel me if you'd shut yo ass up and pay attention

Written by:
Sesali Bowen

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