CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : OMG BRITT
There she go, on a roll
Let her know, seventh floor
Here I go, you should know
You don't gotta do this all alone
Oh, my God, Britt
They gon' have a fit when they hear this sh*t
So independent
Don't need no man to pay my rent
They gon' get so sick
They gon' quarantine when they hear this sh*t
All these stank breath b*t*hes
All these stank-a** b*t*hes need to take a mint
Those friends over there say they got your back
Seem to never be there when you need a hand
Never trap alone, always go in packs
Well, I never been that really good at that
While my blessings drop like strippers on my lap
Gotta love that big black cat, cat
(What'd you say?)
There she go, on a roll
Let her know, seventh floor
Here I go, you should know
You don't gotta do this all alone
Oh, my God, Britt
They gon' have a fit when they hear this sh*t
So independent
Don't need no man to pay my rent
They gon' get so sick
They gon' quarantine when they hear this sh*t
All these stank breath b*t*hes (Oh, my God)
All these stank-a** b*t*hes need to take a mint
Then I ran into fake b*t*hes and fake friends
They don't really come around when you really need them
When you really need some soup, they not really there for you
On your f**king doorstep when you got the flu
They don't think that you're the one
But they want to eat off you
When you got new shoes and a boo
Hit them like a f**king snooze
Girl, let me tell you about this incident with this chick
We had a friendship, but it wasn't really even legit
You knew my life has been weird since I moved to LA
So it should make sense to you why I'm acting this way
I was there for you, even on your birthday
I bought cake, macaroons, and a f**king pony
But these days you the one that's acting f**king phoney
You little party-a** b*t*h, pin it on the donkey
Why you twisting up what I say to you?
I messed up to think I should have put my hands on you
A choke, hug, and a tug would have done you good
Then you never would have thought to come around my hood
Don't get it misunderstood, I wish you well
And I hope you find someone to deal with all that
'Cause I ain't got the time for it
And next time, I won't hold back
Oh, my God, Britt
They gon' have a fit when they hear this sh*t
So independent
Don't need no man to pay my rent
They gon' get so sick
They gon' quarantine when they hear this sh*t
All these stank breath b*t*hes (Oh, my God)
All these—
Let her know, seventh floor
Here I go, you should know
You don't gotta do this all alone
Oh, my God, Britt
They gon' have a fit when they hear this sh*t
So independent
Don't need no man to pay my rent
They gon' get so sick
They gon' quarantine when they hear this sh*t
All these stank breath b*t*hes
All these stank-a** b*t*hes need to take a mint
Those friends over there say they got your back
Seem to never be there when you need a hand
Never trap alone, always go in packs
Well, I never been that really good at that
While my blessings drop like strippers on my lap
Gotta love that big black cat, cat
(What'd you say?)
There she go, on a roll
Let her know, seventh floor
Here I go, you should know
You don't gotta do this all alone
Oh, my God, Britt
They gon' have a fit when they hear this sh*t
So independent
Don't need no man to pay my rent
They gon' get so sick
They gon' quarantine when they hear this sh*t
All these stank breath b*t*hes (Oh, my God)
All these stank-a** b*t*hes need to take a mint
Then I ran into fake b*t*hes and fake friends
They don't really come around when you really need them
When you really need some soup, they not really there for you
On your f**king doorstep when you got the flu
They don't think that you're the one
But they want to eat off you
When you got new shoes and a boo
Hit them like a f**king snooze
Girl, let me tell you about this incident with this chick
We had a friendship, but it wasn't really even legit
You knew my life has been weird since I moved to LA
So it should make sense to you why I'm acting this way
I was there for you, even on your birthday
I bought cake, macaroons, and a f**king pony
But these days you the one that's acting f**king phoney
You little party-a** b*t*h, pin it on the donkey
Why you twisting up what I say to you?
I messed up to think I should have put my hands on you
A choke, hug, and a tug would have done you good
Then you never would have thought to come around my hood
Don't get it misunderstood, I wish you well
And I hope you find someone to deal with all that
'Cause I ain't got the time for it
And next time, I won't hold back
Oh, my God, Britt
They gon' have a fit when they hear this sh*t
So independent
Don't need no man to pay my rent
They gon' get so sick
They gon' quarantine when they hear this sh*t
All these stank breath b*t*hes (Oh, my God)
All these—
