Don't care what I'm wearing, you still can't fuck
Take me to dinner, you still can't fuck
If I'm in your section, you still can't fuck
Send me a bottle, you still won't
It's a nice car, but you still can't fuck
NBA draft and you still can't fuck
You made the playoffs, you still can't fuck
Call me a slut and you still won't
You still can't
You still won't
And you still can't
Fuck
Fuck these niggas and fuck these bitches like, bruh, I'm wildin'
I'm not on Bumble, I'm not on Raya
Can't get no neck with no back, you ain't Khia
Upsettin' these bitches like cookinwitkya
All these emotions, it's not that serious
City girls up, boys on they deriod
I think it's cute, I think it's hilarious
And no, I don't text back, he say he in love, go get a tat
Yeah, now niggas know I talk back, yeah, these niggas know that I'm that
Yeah, these niggas know what it is, all these hoes know I'm they bitch
Candace Owens somewhere pissed, kiss my what? Nigga, get bent
Sis, what are you bringing to the table?
I'm not bringing nothing to the table, baby, sprinkle, sprinkle
Don't care what I'm wearing, you still can't fuck
Take me to dinner, you still can't fuck
If I'm in your section, you still can't fuck
Send me a bottle, you still won't
It's a nice car, but you still can't fuck
NBA draft and you still can't fuck
You made the playoffs, you still can't fuck
Call me a slut and you still won't
You still can't
You still won't
And you still can't (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha)
Fuck
Said, cocaine in his Hanes underwear
Everybody in here know what's under there
Good credit and some glass skin
He goals, hobbies, and a passion
With an accent and his eyes knock you off your axis
All the members' clubs he got access to
Cook, clean, and no bad tattoos
But he ain't hittin' it when Jesus return
He ain't hittin' it with mommy issues
He ain't hittin' if it meant that I would have to let him hit it too and comment issues
Wouldn't let him hit to stop a missile
"Just the tip," okay, I'll cut it off
Beg for pussy, then I cut him off
Ain't none of my clothes comin' off (And you still won't)
Don't care what I'm wearing, you still can't fuck
Take me to dinner, you still can't fuck
If I'm in your section, you still can't fuck
Send me a bottle, you still won't (Still won't)
It's a nice car, but you still can't fuck (You won't hit)
NBA draft and you still can't fuck
You made the playoffs, you still can't fuck (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Call me a slut and you still won't (Yeah, Lizzie)
compositores: Melissa “Lizzo” Jefferson - Amala Zandile Dlamini - Eric Frederic - Andrew Wansel - Theron Thomas - Jasper Harris - Alex Goldblatt
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