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yung baby tate - mean girl lyrics

[chorus: yung baby tate]
mean -ss b-tch, give a f-ck if you like me
i’ll beat a b-tch black and blue, make a hoe need a iv
i’ll check her like a nike shoe, call a b-tch ‘lil kyrie
then hit her in her lip, no kit, call a b-tch lil kylie
i’m meaner than regina
b-tch, you just a p-n-s
i would call you p-ssy, but p-ssy just like jesus
you say i’m a b-tthead, b-tch you must be beavis (b-tch)
heard i’m gon’ get touched, where?
i would like to see it (where?)

[verse 1: yung baby tate]
i would like to see
what you gon’ do to me
you talk a lot of sh-t, like yo name is booty
that’s probably why you stink, stink
you not rocking pink, pink
can you sit with me?
b-tch, what the f-ck you think
h-ll to the f-ck no, i don’t trust hoes
get a b-tch choked out, low blood flow
won’t give her no clout, no promo
but i give her big big clouds of the smoke though
how much you want, huh?
don’t even look at me wrong
cuz if i gotta get back on my bully, i won’t prolly won’t ever get off
who wanna go for a ride on the mean side?
if you brought it outta me baby, then please hide
i’mma bring the problems where ya mama, reside
gucci my bandana, cuz i’m from the east side
key from the chi, and we so fly
we top 5, not 2, 3, 4, 5
duh, that’s the one, you can tell by the mug (that what)
huh? i’m mean, not nice

[chorus: yung baby tate]
mean -ss b-tch, give a f-ck if you like me
i’ll beat a b-tch black and blue, make a hoe need a iv
i’ll check her like a nike shoe, call a b-tch ‘lil kyrie
then hit her in her lip, no kit, call a b-tch lil kylie
i’m meaner than regina
b-tch you just a p-n-s
i would call you p-ssy, but p-ssy just like jesus
you say i’m a b-tthead, b-tch you must be beavis (b-tch)
heard i’m gon’ get touched, where?
i would like to see it

[verse 2: queen key]
ay, ay, ay
i would like to see, who the f-ck gon’ emp
b-tch i’m queen key, you know this p-ssy like a feast
i’mma treat these n-gg-s, make it sound good on a beat
and i don’t want yo boyfriend b-tch, he in the streets
i’m a mean -ss b-tch, give a f-ck if you like me
i ain’t cut like these b-tches, count up a check in a white tee
b-tch i’m road running, ion give a f-ck who beside me
still the coldest b-tch, it don’t even matter who bite me
told tate i’ll smack a b-tch face off
if a b-tch wanna play, it’s the playoffs
these hoes hating, kick the hate off
queen sh-t b-tch, i’m a take off
i’m gone, told that b-tch call my phone after he give me dome and i ain’t answer my phone
i knew i was the sh-t all along
queen sh-t b-tch

[chorus: yung baby tate]
mean -ss b-tch, give a f-ck if you like me
i’ll beat a b-tch black and blue, make a hoe need a iv
i’ll check her like a nike shoe, call a b-tch ‘lil kyrie
then hit her in her lip, no kit, call a b-tch lil kylie
i’m meaner than regina
b-tch you just a p-n-s
i would call you p-ssy, but p-ssy just like jesus
you say i’m a b-tthead, b-tch you must be beavis (b-tch)
heard i’m gon’ get touched, where?
i would like to see it

[interlude]
b-tch!
stupid -ss hoes
said you gon’ do what?
said you gon’ do who?
not me, not you
catch up b-tch, tie my shoe

[verse 3: asian da brat]
aye!
mean -ss b-tch with a accent
run a hoe down like a muf-cking rabbit
real -ss ways, you b-tches pump fake
i ain’t doing no songs, h-ll nah, i’m taxing
i ain’t gotta talk, my b-tches gon’ beat her
internet beef, p-ssy hoe, just meet up
pull up in the hood, might kick it with my feet up
might get some head in a new black beamer
rocking these shows, your gang knocked off
see the hoe person and i bet i’ll pop off
left a street n-gg- with his d-ck on soft
h-ll yeah i’m really hard and the drip gon’ cost
scared? go to bed, these b-tches don’t bark
bite down hoe, eat a beat like pork
roll a back wood, can you p-ss my torch
i’m rocking her head from the back to the front
shake yo -ss till you can’t no more
might f-ck a real n-gg-, get money; you poor
can’t cuff n-body, had to switch my source
got some hoes in a house where the n-gg-s on the ford (thottie)
pop that p-ssy, yeen got no type
when you pop this pill? for you, i might
cuz you said i’m mean don’t mean you right
i’m a young rich b-tch, gotta catch this flight (zoom!)

[chorus: yung baby tate]
mean -ss b-tch, give a f-ck if you like me
i’ll beat a b-tch black and blue, make a hoe need a iv
i’ll check her like a nike shoe, call a b-tch ‘lil kyrie
then hit her in her lip, no kit, call a b-tch lil kylie
i’m meaner than regina
b-tch you just a p-n-s
i would call you p-ssy, but p-ssy just like jesus

- yung baby tate lyrics

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