CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Ms. Lick Back
Yeah
Kali
It's cool
I'll get my lick back with these racks
I'll get my lick back with these racks (On God)
Don't attach me to nobody (Not at all)
Got your BM all in my phone (Huh?)
Tell that ho she a nobody (Dumb-a** ho)
Now why would I beef with a b*t*h 'bout a n***a ain't mine?
I ain't doin' that for nobody (The f**k?)
I had to Nicki Minaj that n***a, I told him he f**ked with the old body (Yeah)
I don't want that n***a, b*t*h, I want racks (Okay)
I'm in the stu', b*t*h, drop them packs
You lettin' these b*t*hes think they all that?
It's cool, I'm lit, I'm rich, say less
I'm all in Saks splurgin'
She can't pay her rent, she hurtin'
B*t*h all on my Twitter lurkin'
I guess that's how she workin' (Okay)
I don't trust no n***a with a mouth (At all)
Why the f**k would I make you my spouse? (Yeah)
Cappin' to b*t*hes like you ain't a simp (Huh?)
You in love with these hoes and I'm him
D**k and lies all they got to they name
This n***a playin' like I'm new to the game
Glock 40, you know I got aim
Fooled by the d**k, why would I make you my main?
Should've just made your a** my side n***a (The f**k?)
Can't believe I was stressin' over some d**k when my bag bigger
Tried to give that ugly n***a a chance, he got to feelin' himself
Baby mama too happy that she had that kid, she started feelin' herself (The f**k?)
That n***a stay tryna find another me (Hah), wack-a** rap ho
And he keep cappin' to his homeboys (Why?), like he let me go (Okay)
Be the same n***as in my DMs be the same n***as in my pu**y (Okay)
And they all wanna pillow talk about how you a dumba** and a goofy (B*t*h)
I'll get my lick back with these racks (On God)
Don't attach me to nobody (Not at all)
Got your BM all in my phone (Huh?)
Tell that ho she a nobody (Dumb-a** ho)
Now why would I beef with a b*t*h 'bout a n***a ain't mine?
I ain't doin' that for nobody (The f**k?)
I had to Nicki Minaj that n***a, I told him he f**ked with the old body (Yeah)
I don't want that n***a, b*t*h, I want racks (Okay)
I'm in the stu', b*t*h, drop them packs
You lettin' these b*t*hes think they all that?
It's cool, I'm lit, I'm rich, say less
I'm all in Saks splurgin'
She can't pay her rent, she hurtin'
B*t*h all on my Twitter lurkin'
I guess that's how she workin' (Okay)
What's that sh*t they be sayin'?
Yeah, I fell in love with a ho (Damn)
Plenty hoes, but you know what? (What?)
F**k 'em (Damn)
F**k that n***a (F**k n***a)
He can't eat pu**y anyway
And your new b*t*h lookin' for a come-up, so she gon' f**k you anyway (Weak-a**)
You know you dead-a** wrong
You f**k with them weak-a** songs? (The f**k?)
But it's all good, 'cause you her problem
Just stop knockin' at my f**kin' door (Stop knockin' at my f**kin' door)
Now they call me toxic chocolate (Yeah, they do)
Yes, you taught me not to f**k with n***as 'less I'm runnin' through they pockets
And my new n***a, he keep a pocket rocket (Grrah)
And he actually gon' shoot that b*t*h, no cap, anyway (No cap)
I'll get my lick back with these racks (On God)
Don't attach me to nobody (Not at all)
Got your BM all in my phone (Huh?)
Tell that ho she a nobody (Dumb-a** ho)
Now why would I beef with a b*t*h 'bout a n***a ain't mine?
I ain't doin' that for nobody (The f**k?)
I had to Nicki Minaj that n***a, I told him he f**ked with the old body (Yeah)
I don't want that n***a, b*t*h, I want racks (Okay)
I'm in the stu', b*t*h, drop them packs
You lettin' these b*t*hes think they all that?
It's cool, I'm lit, I'm rich, say less
I'm all in Saks splurgin'
She can't pay her rent, she hurtin'
B*t*h all on my Twitter lurkin'
I guess that's how she workin' (Okay)
Kali
It's cool
I'll get my lick back with these racks
I'll get my lick back with these racks (On God)
Don't attach me to nobody (Not at all)
Got your BM all in my phone (Huh?)
Tell that ho she a nobody (Dumb-a** ho)
Now why would I beef with a b*t*h 'bout a n***a ain't mine?
I ain't doin' that for nobody (The f**k?)
I had to Nicki Minaj that n***a, I told him he f**ked with the old body (Yeah)
I don't want that n***a, b*t*h, I want racks (Okay)
I'm in the stu', b*t*h, drop them packs
You lettin' these b*t*hes think they all that?
It's cool, I'm lit, I'm rich, say less
I'm all in Saks splurgin'
She can't pay her rent, she hurtin'
B*t*h all on my Twitter lurkin'
I guess that's how she workin' (Okay)
I don't trust no n***a with a mouth (At all)
Why the f**k would I make you my spouse? (Yeah)
Cappin' to b*t*hes like you ain't a simp (Huh?)
You in love with these hoes and I'm him
D**k and lies all they got to they name
This n***a playin' like I'm new to the game
Glock 40, you know I got aim
Fooled by the d**k, why would I make you my main?
Should've just made your a** my side n***a (The f**k?)
Can't believe I was stressin' over some d**k when my bag bigger
Tried to give that ugly n***a a chance, he got to feelin' himself
Baby mama too happy that she had that kid, she started feelin' herself (The f**k?)
That n***a stay tryna find another me (Hah), wack-a** rap ho
And he keep cappin' to his homeboys (Why?), like he let me go (Okay)
Be the same n***as in my DMs be the same n***as in my pu**y (Okay)
And they all wanna pillow talk about how you a dumba** and a goofy (B*t*h)
I'll get my lick back with these racks (On God)
Don't attach me to nobody (Not at all)
Got your BM all in my phone (Huh?)
Tell that ho she a nobody (Dumb-a** ho)
Now why would I beef with a b*t*h 'bout a n***a ain't mine?
I ain't doin' that for nobody (The f**k?)
I had to Nicki Minaj that n***a, I told him he f**ked with the old body (Yeah)
I don't want that n***a, b*t*h, I want racks (Okay)
I'm in the stu', b*t*h, drop them packs
You lettin' these b*t*hes think they all that?
It's cool, I'm lit, I'm rich, say less
I'm all in Saks splurgin'
She can't pay her rent, she hurtin'
B*t*h all on my Twitter lurkin'
I guess that's how she workin' (Okay)
What's that sh*t they be sayin'?
Yeah, I fell in love with a ho (Damn)
Plenty hoes, but you know what? (What?)
F**k 'em (Damn)
F**k that n***a (F**k n***a)
He can't eat pu**y anyway
And your new b*t*h lookin' for a come-up, so she gon' f**k you anyway (Weak-a**)
You know you dead-a** wrong
You f**k with them weak-a** songs? (The f**k?)
But it's all good, 'cause you her problem
Just stop knockin' at my f**kin' door (Stop knockin' at my f**kin' door)
Now they call me toxic chocolate (Yeah, they do)
Yes, you taught me not to f**k with n***as 'less I'm runnin' through they pockets
And my new n***a, he keep a pocket rocket (Grrah)
And he actually gon' shoot that b*t*h, no cap, anyway (No cap)
I'll get my lick back with these racks (On God)
Don't attach me to nobody (Not at all)
Got your BM all in my phone (Huh?)
Tell that ho she a nobody (Dumb-a** ho)
Now why would I beef with a b*t*h 'bout a n***a ain't mine?
I ain't doin' that for nobody (The f**k?)
I had to Nicki Minaj that n***a, I told him he f**ked with the old body (Yeah)
I don't want that n***a, b*t*h, I want racks (Okay)
I'm in the stu', b*t*h, drop them packs
You lettin' these b*t*hes think they all that?
It's cool, I'm lit, I'm rich, say less
I'm all in Saks splurgin'
She can't pay her rent, she hurtin'
B*t*h all on my Twitter lurkin'
I guess that's how she workin' (Okay)
