Fusta
Que se jodan
Fu-Que se jodan
Yeah
Fuck them, skinny bitches, think they know me, pero traigo fusta
Ya no saben qué inventarme, cállate la fuckin' boca
Muestro mi ángel face y quieren verme en poca ropa
Dime por mi nombre o don't call me baby, no me gusta na'
No me gusta na', no me gusta na'
No me gusta na', na', no me gusta na'
No me gusta na', no me gusta na'
No me gusta na', na', na'
Get out my fucking way, quítate de mi camino
Ey, no mames, wey, ábrete y duermes conmigo
Me pidе que le cante, dicе que él suena divino
Me ven y dicen: Oh my God
Tus amigos caninos quieren verme de cerca
Más cuando estoy sedienta
Mis pupilas delatan, pero también deleitan
Más cuando se dilatan y me pongo violenta
Sé que mi flow está caro, pero no está a la venta, yeah, yeah
Fuck them, skinny bitches, think they know me, pero traigo fusta
Ya no saben qué inventarme, cállate la fuckin' boca
Muestro mi ángel face y quieren verme en poca ropa
Dime por mi nombre o don't call me baby, no me gusta na'
No me gusta na', no me gusta na'
No me gusta na', na', no me gusta na'
No me gusta na', no me gusta na'
No me gusta na', na', na'
Outfit on fleek and still not an invitation
A ellos les intimida mi bad reputation
Mira I keep it real, no me hagas perder el tiempo
Ew, as if, fui mucho pa' ti, lo siento
Acepto tus disculpas, pero solamente en cash
I need money not boys, so don't kill my vibe
Cuando me conocen no me salgo de su mind
Quieren que yo sea suya, pero yo solo soy mi-i-ne
Fuck them (Fuck them, fu-fuck them)
Fuck them, skinny bitches, think they know me, pero traigo fusta
Ya no saben qué inventarme, cállate la fuckin' boca
Muestro mi ángel face y quieren verme en poca ropa
Dime por mi nombre o don't call me baby, no me gusta na'
No me gusta na'
(No, no) No me gusta na'
No me gusta— (bless your fuckin' figther)
Fighter (no me gusta na')
Whip
Screw them
Fu-Screw them
Yeah
Fuck them, skinny bitches, think they know me, but I got a whip
They don’t know what to make up, shut your fuckin' mouth
I show my angel face and they wanna see me in little clothes
Call me by my name or don’t call me baby, I don’t like anything
I don’t like anything, I don’t like anything
I don’t like anything, nah, I don’t like anything
I don’t like anything, I don’t like anything
I don’t like anything, nah, nah
Get out of my fucking way, move aside
Hey, no way, dude, get out and sleep with me
He asked me to sing, says he sounds divine
They see me and say: Oh my God
Your dog friends wanna see me up close
Especially when I’m thirsty
My pupils betray me, but they also delight
Especially when they dilate and I get violent
I know my flow is expensive, but it’s not for sale, yeah, yeah
Fuck them, skinny bitches, think they know me, but I got a whip
They don’t know what to make up, shut your fuckin' mouth
I show my angel face and they wanna see me in little clothes
Call me by my name or don’t call me baby, I don’t like anything
I don’t like anything, I don’t like anything
I don’t like anything, nah, I don’t like anything
I don’t like anything, I don’t like anything
I don’t like anything, nah, nah
Outfit on point and still not an invitation
They’re intimidated by my bad reputation
Look, I keep it real, don’t waste my time
Ew, as if, I was too much for you, I’m sorry
I accept your apologies, but only in cash
I need money, not boys, so don’t kill my vibe
When they get to know me, I don’t leave their mind
They want me to be theirs, but I’m only mine
Fuck them (Fuck them, fu-fuck them)
Fuck them, skinny bitches, think they know me, but I got a whip
They don’t know what to make up, shut your fuckin' mouth
I show my angel face and they wanna see me in little clothes
Call me by my name or don’t call me baby, I don’t like anything
I don’t like anything
(No, no) I don’t like anything
I don’t like— (bless your fuckin' fighter)
Fighter (I don’t like anything)