Testo Over Cooked - Bhad Bhabie
Testo della canzone Over Cooked (Bhad Bhabie), tratta dall'album Over Cooked - Single
Bitch, you want my life, you want the dick I get
You wanna worship the ground I walk on
'Cause you idolize me, bitch
Get it right or don't get it at all
Oh, you mad 'cause you want him (want him)
And ain't get nothin'? (Ain't get nothin'?)
But you love him? This bitch a dummy (ah-ha)
Oh, you want him
And ain't get nothin'? (Ain't get nothin'?)
This bitch stupid
Thought I was 'bout to get mad and dump him (never)
This bitch dumb and a slut for no reason, get some money
Talkin' 'bout me? Bitch, you broke
I done ran it up a hunnid, yeah (a hunnid, yeah)
New car, new crib, type of bitch make him spend cash on it
New lips, new tits, new waist, bitch look bad, don't she?
Backstabbin' ass lil' bitch
Can't wait to crash you, bitch
When I get my hands on a bitch
Make her look like a brand new bitch (ah-ha)
Go and ask daddy for some money
Everybody know that's how you get it (ah-ha)
Everybody know this bitch weird
Everybody know that I'm the biggest (I'm the biggest)
Hatin' ass ho tried to steal my baby daddy (uh)
Fuckin' on-, and-, got you pregnant (oh)
Tried to play me close, backdoor me, seen it comin' (seen it comin')
Did all that for nothin', bitch, he still gon' come right back (ah-ha)
Oh, you mad 'cause you want him
And ain't get nothin'? (Ain't get nothin'?)
But you love him? (But you love him?)
This bitch a dummy (this bitch a dummy)
Oh, you want him (oh, you want him)
And ain't get nothin'?
This bitch stupid
Thought I was 'bout to get mad and dump him (never)
Gotta watch them type of bitches, always in somebody man face (ew)
Want everything I got, even wanna know how my pussy taste
Everything I know is gettin' rich, I feel like 50, bitch
Platinum, I got gold plaques with me like I'm Britney, bitch
Five cars, three mansions, these bitches can't keep up (could never)
10 million, 20 million, stop countin', gettin' too much (gettin' too much)
Why would I compete with a weird bitch that just get fucked? (Why would I?)
Keep lyin', keep talkin', keep tweetin' 'til she get touched
Oh, you mad 'cause you want him (you bitches don't like me)
(You bitches wanna be me) and ain't get nothin'?
But you love him? This bitch a dummy
(Bitch, you've been idolizing me) oh, you want him
(Since I was hanging with your brother) and ain't get nothin'?
This bitch stupid
Thought I was 'bout to get mad and dump him
You're such an airhead dummy, bitch
You can't put your lawyers on me
'Cause everything that I'm sayin' is factual
Everything is the truth
You need daddy's money to fuck with me
More like step mommy's money
'Cause I got more money than your daddy, little girl
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Writer(s): Danielle Bregoli, Loopy Ferrell
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