OMG BRITT

There she go On a roll Better know Seventh floor Here I go You should know You don't gotta do this all alone Oh my God, Britt They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit So independent Don't need no man to pay my rent You gon' get so sick They gon' quarantine when I hear this shit All these stank breath bitches All these stank-ass bitches need to take a mint Those friends over there said they got your back 'Cept they never be there when you need a hand I never trap alone, always go in pairs But I never been that really good at that All my blessings trap like strippers on my lap Gotta love that big black cat, cat (Meow) What'd you say? They got the pots playing too They get to business There she go On a roll Better know Seventh floor Here I go You should know You don't gotta do this all alone Oh my God, Britt They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit So independent Don't need no man to pay my rent You gon' get so sick They gon' quarantine when I hear this shit All these stank breath bitches (oh my God) All these stank-ass bitches need to take a mint Then I ran into fake bitches and fake friends They don't really come around when you really need them When you really need some soup, they're not really there for you On your fucking doorstep when you got the flu They don't think that you're the one But they want to eat off you When you get new shoes and a boot It'll make her fucking snooze Girl, let me tell you 'bout this incident with this chick We had a friendship but it wasn't even really legit You know my life's been confused since I moved to L.A. So it should make sense to you why I'm asking this way I was there for you, even on your birthday I bought Cake, macaroons, and a fucking pony But these days you're the one who's acting fucking phony Little party-ass bitch, pin it on a donkey Why you twisting up what I say to you? I messed up to think I should've put my hands on you A choke hug and a tug would've done you good Then you never would've thought to come around my hood Don't get it misunderstood, I wish you well And I hope you found someone to deal with all that 'Cause I ain't got the time for it And next time I won't hold back Oh my God, Britt They gon' have a fit when they hear this shit So independent Don't need no man to pay my rent You gon' get so sick They gon' quarantine when I hear this shit All these stank breath bitches (oh my God) All these-