lirik lagu bella excel - mannequin
verse one:
i don’t f~ck with b~tches (f~ck that b~tch)
i don’t f~ck with n~ggas
neither
unless they got money
i’m the wave just like a greeter (huh?)
how they making plays
them n~ggas played out
like a beeper (what?)
mop these n~ggas up
like bands (yeah, yeah, yeah)
switch a swiffer sweeper
oh, i look good?
yeah, i know, n~gga
i’m so beautiful (yup)
money and perfume on me
real strong (they real strong)
they buff like cuticles
and i got that box
that you can’t put into a cubicle (buff as f~ck)
let him poke like facеbook
talk about it with my mutuals (nah)
f~ck it up with me? you dug your grave and wrote
your еulogy (d~mn)
i’m a ten, n~gga, you the zero
you can’t bully me (d~mn)
i got the bag, stringing men along
yeah, i’m fully tea (sip on that)
these hoes confused
they like, “what that mean?”
i’m on my schoolly d
who can you trust?
b~tches cracking smiles
acting like we friends (fake)
talking sh~t
talk behind your back
then try and make amends (huh?)
i ain’t with it
once you show your ass
don’t show a b~tch your face
don’t come around these parts
cause we all know that your assembly fake (for real)
bridge:
fake ass
fake energy
fake vibes
fake sides
b~tch you tricky
you got fake eyes!
fake happy (fake ass b~tch)
fake smile (fake ass b~tch)
fake friendliness (fake ass b~tch)
fake close… (fake ass b~tch)
you the type to link with any b~tch
verse two:
you the type to link up with a b~tch
that f~cked yo n~gga (wow)
you the type to link up with a b~tch
that called you ugly (wow)
you the type to link up with a hater b~tch
you funny (stupid)
all because you tryna get back at me
hoe you chummy (snake)
talking love and light
but you a monitoring spirit (what?)
that’s why your p~ss yellow
like that b~tch be flying spirit (you be drinking soda)
that’s why when they try to
form them weapons
they don’t prosper (they get casted out)
is hate all these hoes got
is that sh~t your final offer (pathetic)
bottom of the barrel
when they ask for beef
it’s whoppers (low grade)
he heard that i’m code
he tryna crack me like a locker (d~mn)
i’m making n~ggas beg
i’m kicking game to them like soccer (beg me, n~gga)
make me moan
i’ll tell you where it hurts
just like a doctor (ooh)
knock him out his calvin’s
he call me the boxer dropper (drop them panties, n~gga)
f~cking without sucking first
you know that sh~t ain’t proper (nope)
i was made to last
what he erected finna totter quick (keep up)
do good
don’t be sorry
i can’t f~ck with no apologists (nah)
do you got that motion
like you say you do (do you)
don’t be talking sh~t
that you can’t back up
and afraid to do (don’t be scary)
i need me a n~gga who
can let me drive
and spray my coupe (spray that sh~t)
be a real de~tailer
put the guts on cream
and spray the roof (ooh, ooh)
hook:
cream the guts (ooh)
and spray the roof (ooh)
show me… (ooh)
what you got to lose? (ooh)
hater hoes, (yeah)
i turn em loose (yeah)
everything they say is moot
hater hoes
i turn em loose (what?)
everything they say is moot
cream the guts and (yeah)
spray the roof (yeahh)
show me…
what you got to lose? (2x)
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