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sophie rain & summerr - stupid b*tch lyrics

[intro: sophie rain]
aye
what?
look

[chorus: sophie rain]
who she talkin’ bout? she ain’t talkin’ bout me
who she talkin’ bout? she ain’t talkin’ bout me
who she talkin’ bout? she ain’t talkin’ bout me
who she talkin’ bout? she ain’t talkin’ bout me
huh? she ain’t talkin’ bout me, hmm, wait
who she talkin’ bout? she ain’t talkin’ bout me
who she talkin’ bout? she ain’t talkin’ bout me
who she talkin’ bout? she ain’t talkin’ bout me
who she talkin’ bout? she ain’t talkin’ bout me
huh? she ain’t talkin’ bout me, hmm

[verse 1: sophie rain]
stupid bitch, cinna gang? like, what the fuck is that?
stupid bitch, when i catch you, you gon’ be a pack
stupid bitch, 762’s, it lay ’em flat
stupid bitch, he want’ fuck me cause i got the jatt
stupid bitch, put two virgins on a double date
stupid bitch, your boyfriend never said that he would chase me
stupid bitch, why you puttin’ words all in his mouth?
stupid bitch, you know my bitches’ guns is not on safety
[verse 2: summer & sophie rain]
stupid bitch, surprise, bitch, its a hot summer day
stupid bitch, let me facetime the bops, bitch, we up the street
stupid bitch, yeah, i’ll slide through, i’m puttin’ cinna to bed
stupid bitch, she on the ground, i pray to god and start stompin’ heads
stupid bitch, offer her harvard university, cause that bitch is a+
stupid bitch, he fuckin’ from the back, he told me move my hands
stupid bitch, and i saw “cinnagang”, that’s his dick tat
stupid bitch, so i pulled up my pants, and i clapped back

[verse 3: sophie rain & summer]
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, bitch, i’m rich
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, bitch, i’m rich
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, with all that dick shit
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, i am still a virgin
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hackers got your gram’
i’ma let it off and blam, stole your sneakers, mrs. ma’am
you got smacked upside your head, you didn’t follow up with hands
losses to the set, but now i’m trophied up, i’m sayin’ like+
bing+bop+boom+boom+boom+bop+bam
the kind of shit i smoke, you couldn’t get a taste
the kind of shit i tote, you couldn’t get a taste
big bands bitch, and i cannot lend a hand
[verse 4: summer]
broke n++ business, you cannot be my man
never got my dick sucked until they zipper down my pants
damn, y’all just caught lil cinna? better slam
dead opps, bitch, like when the za’ hit my brain
throw up cinna gang around me, i’ma tell you “add a k”
heard what happened to the bitch, not sorry for your loss
should’ve stopped actin’ hard until they proved that you soft
i let my man do his business, he gon’ pin me to the wall (oh yeah)

[chorus: sophie rain & summer]
who she talkin’ bout? she ain’t talkin’ bout you
who she talkin’ bout? she ain’t talkin’ bout you
who she talkin’ bout? she ain’t talkin’ bout you
who she talkin’ bout? she ain’t talkin’ bout you
huh? she ain’t talkin’ bout me, hmm, wait
who she talkin’ bout? she ain’t talkin’ bout you
who she talkin’ bout? she ain’t talkin’ bout you
who she talkin’ bout? she ain’t talkin’ bout you
who she talkin’ bout? she ain’t talkin’ bout you
huh? she ain’t talkin’ bout me, hmm

[outro: sophie rain]
stupid bitch

- sophie rain summerr lyrics

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