[Hook]
You say you a bad bitch
You got ass, you got ass
You got ass and tits
Where you buy that, girl?
Where you cop that?
Where you buy that, girl?
Where you cop that?
Where you cop-cop that?
You say you a bad bitch
You got ass, you got ass
You got ass and tits
Where you buy that, girl?
Where you cop that?
Where you cop that, girl?
You say you a bad bitch
I say you just average
[Verse 1 Mick Jenkins]
What, you got a man out in Beverly Hills?
Man-man out in Beverly Hills?
Some dumb nigga pay your bills?
You do coke, you pop pills, got no skills
Except for your last dude
All of your girls stand in line for the bathroom
Screaming out "Cash rules"
Coming out faded
And I swear that she used to be darker, no Peter Parker
Could spin a web of lies like this
A measure of a woman is defined by thick
What would you do to be noticed?
Singing, what would you do on some Klondike shit?
And her pussy on point
She ain't never been afraid of needles
A simp ass nigga gone fuck, resistance is feeble
Fuck pilates, you purchased the perfect body
She look too good to do work in lobbies
You don't even work
You just come fuck with some clothes and a purse, it's the perfect hobby
All of your relationships worthless, probably
Thirst is probably got you parched
You got niggas out here thirsty with them ass shots in starch
Stiff as hell
Then a piff in hell
You fugitive. You infidel. You faded
And I swear that she used to be darker, no Peter Parker
Could spin a web of lies like this
The measure is a woman who's defined by thick
What would you do to be noticed
Screaming what would you do on some Klondike shit?
You say you a bad bitch
You got ass, you got ass
You got ass and tits
Where you buy that, girl?
Where you cop that?
Where you buy that, girl?
Where you cop that?
Where you cop-cop that?
You say you a bad bitch
You got ass, you got ass
You got ass and tits
Where you buy that, girl?
Where you cop that?
Where you cop that, girl?
You say you a bad bitch
I say you just average
[Verse 1 Mick Jenkins]
What, you got a man out in Beverly Hills?
Man-man out in Beverly Hills?
Some dumb nigga pay your bills?
You do coke, you pop pills, got no skills
Except for your last dude
All of your girls stand in line for the bathroom
Screaming out "Cash rules"
Coming out faded
And I swear that she used to be darker, no Peter Parker
Could spin a web of lies like this
A measure of a woman is defined by thick
What would you do to be noticed?
Singing, what would you do on some Klondike shit?
And her pussy on point
She ain't never been afraid of needles
A simp ass nigga gone fuck, resistance is feeble
Fuck pilates, you purchased the perfect body
She look too good to do work in lobbies
You don't even work
You just come fuck with some clothes and a purse, it's the perfect hobby
All of your relationships worthless, probably
Thirst is probably got you parched
You got niggas out here thirsty with them ass shots in starch
Stiff as hell
Then a piff in hell
You fugitive. You infidel. You faded
And I swear that she used to be darker, no Peter Parker
Could spin a web of lies like this
The measure is a woman who's defined by thick
What would you do to be noticed
Screaming what would you do on some Klondike shit?
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