lil debbie – f that lyrics
silly b-tch always talking bout
debbie ain’t raw
debbie ain’t real
debbie don’t kill
too trill
i done told yall b-tches
ima show yall b-tches no chill
silly hoes know
hating -ss b-tch
a debating -ss b-tch
whatchu mad you ain’t done nothing lately -ss b-tch
hoe you hot that i pop b-tch stop
i’m a gun off safety -ss b-tch
bang bang hoe
b-tch talking with my back turned
always wanna smile in my face
caught em taking my place
girl stop
b-tch freeze
b-tch please
slap a hoe to the mouth
lose taste talk now tho
motherf-cker tryna hit
talk slick like im pitching my sh-t
like i could pitch it underhand
you can know exactly where its gonna land
you ain’t never hitting this sh-t motherf-cker
i came in alone ima die alone
don’t call for a favor
all you’re getting is a dial tone
and my stock going up
you might wanna check the dow jones
b-tch i’m all the way up
there ain’t no pay cuts
straight to majors
they mad they ain’t us
and now i’m like f-ck that
they think i’m going crazy
maybe that’s what you made me
maybe that’s why these b-tches salty
and they love to hate me
they say my bars too vulgar
hoe i’m just getting colder
and that’s the way it is until i say its f-cking over
f-ck that
x2
radio station amazing they still ain’t playing my sh-t
they can never say they made my sh-t
knowing god d-mn well these b-tches can’t fade my sh-t
real sh-t b-tch
stupid hoe tryna tell me that i drink too much
smoke too much
joke too much
so what hoe i’m dope too much
take a d-ck you can choke on us
whatchu thought hoe
record label told me that my image ain’t clean
whatchu mean i’m the queen
on the scene
got the team
in a dream
kush and the lean
f-ck yall i’m still getting green
whatchu talking ’bout
every b-tch saying debbie ain’t wrecking sh-t
microphone checking sh-t
killing every record sh-t
got it going check a b-tch
teach a b-tch a lesson sh-t
you ain’t gotta like it b-tch
to show you gon respect this sh-t
i came in alone ima die alone
don’t call for a favor
all you’re getting is a dial tone
and my stock going up
you might wanna check the dow jones
b-tch i’m all the way up
there ain’t no pay cuts
straight to majors
they mad they ain’t us
and now i’m like f-ck that
they think i’m going crazy
maybe that’s what you made me
maybe that’s why these b-tches salty and they love to hate me
they say my bars too vulgar
hoe i’m just getting colder
and that’s the way it is until i say it’s f-cking over
f-ck that
x2
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