Testo Stupid - Bbymutha
Testo della canzone Stupid (Bbymutha), tratta dall'album Free Brittnee
Put your phone down, nigga, get off the booty app
This a real bitch comin' to the mic
And she only gon' speak once, so think twice, bitch
It's baby mother backin' that ass from the 89 to the 18
From the 423 to the 404, open that ass
Split a bitch lace, put the Glock into your fronter
I'm a presidential bitch, you just a Donald, I'm Obama
I'ma suck it 'til he cum, I'ma spit it on his stomach
I delete the nigga number, let him catch me on the come-up
I been workin', I been plottin', I been snitchin' for a check
Let a pussy nigga rob me, now it's numbers on his neck
I ain't gotta flex, flexin' is for niggas with them tiny dicks
Pistol in your bootyhole, I'm tired of bitches talkin' shit
Cocaine residue, juicy pussy, honeydew
You ain't gotta talk a lot, just show me what that money do
And if that money don't, it ain't no need for conversation
I don't got a lot of patience, baby, time is bein' wasted
Time is money, money talks, I'm like, "What you wanna talk about?"
Chillin' on the couch, I'm 'bout to let my demons smoke me out
That reggie you be smokin' got you actin' all delusional
My foot all on you bitches' necks, leave you with a contusion, ho
Broke niggas can't do nothin' for me
And you stupid if you thinkin' I'ma fuck you for free
Wack bitches always tryna put they weight on me
And you stupid if you sit up here and hate on me
Broke niggas can't do nothin' for me
And you stupid if you thinkin' I'ma fuck you for free
Wack bitches always tryna put they weight on me
And you stupid if you sit up here and hate on me
Roll another blunt, your baby mama on my nerves again
Keep a ho in check if she can't say it with her chest
I got bigger titties, you not fuckin' with me
I'm a motherfucker, baby, fuckin' mother
I don't want your bitch, I want your brother
Smokin' bigger trees, put the Christmas gift up under me
Thought you was the hardest bitch, but all you do is run from me
Lookin' for revenge, you stupid niggas tried to stunt on me
I'm 'bout to be a millionaire, I'm shittin' on you stuntinly
Back to back, always in the trap, you can't come for me
I suggest you invest in a vest, I keep a gun on me
Dick appointments with your baby daddy, he have fun with me
You more than welcome if you wanna join, I ain't borin'
I'm a bad bitch, nigga, you can't kill me
I fuck with crystals, you could never expel me
I'm tryna spend a bunch of money on a bad lil' stripper bitch
Throw a lil' party on that pussy if she with the shit
Broke niggas can't do nothin' for me
And you stupid if you thinkin' I'ma fuck you for free
Wack bitches always tryna put they weight on me
And you stupid if you sit up here and hate on me
Broke niggas can't do nothin' for me
And you stupid if you thinkin' I'ma fuck you for free
Wack bitches always tryna put they weight on me
And you stupid if you sit up here and hate on me
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Writer(s): Kacey Musgraves, Joshua Shaun Osborne, Shane L Mcanally
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