[Intro: Bree Runway]
I don't like, I don't like, I don't like
Little Nokias, yeah yeah yeah, I don't, I don't
Yeah yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Bree Runway]
News just in
Got Kylie, Madonna, got Justin
Can't trust him
Yeah, mama said throw him in the dustbin
Every time he on his own
Tell me lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lies
Baby's always on the road
Lemme dri-dri-dri-drive, dri-dri-dri-dri-drive
What's happenin'?
Got Britney, got Miley, got Kirsten
Can't catch him
Running red lights he ain't tryna get busted
Cut the phone, you gotta go
Seeing blue li-li-li-lights, li-li-li-li-lights
I don't think you wanna know
You ain't 'bout that li-li-li-life, li-li-li-li-life
[Chorus: Bree Runway]
He only hit me with a text
When he want that goddess-level sex
Boy, you got me fucked up
What the hell is next?
Boy, you cute, but boy you stress
I ain't like you, I don't mess with feds
Boy, you got me fucked up
This ain't good for press
I don't like, I don't like, I don't like
Little Nokias, yeah yeah yeah, I don't, I don't
Yeah yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Bree Runway]
News just in
Got Kylie, Madonna, got Justin
Can't trust him
Yeah, mama said throw him in the dustbin
Every time he on his own
Tell me lie-lie-lie-lie, lie-lie-lie-lie-lies
Baby's always on the road
Lemme dri-dri-dri-drive, dri-dri-dri-dri-drive
What's happenin'?
Got Britney, got Miley, got Kirsten
Can't catch him
Running red lights he ain't tryna get busted
Cut the phone, you gotta go
Seeing blue li-li-li-lights, li-li-li-li-lights
I don't think you wanna know
You ain't 'bout that li-li-li-life, li-li-li-li-life
[Chorus: Bree Runway]
He only hit me with a text
When he want that goddess-level sex
Boy, you got me fucked up
What the hell is next?
Boy, you cute, but boy you stress
I ain't like you, I don't mess with feds
Boy, you got me fucked up
This ain't good for press
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