Lyrics:
the middle of it all, the phone got knocked off the hook
And twenty seconds later, I heard a familiar voice
And you know what it said?
I'll tell you what it
soul to win
And if people let you down
And treat you like a clown
It's just that they don't know
How beautiful you are
You've got to be a star
To let
and they just too fire
Shoutout to Christoper Nolan
Nobody Knows, Nooberto Jones
Nobody Knows, Nooberto Jones
Nobody Knows, Nooberto Jones
Nobody Knows
(To get something you've never had, you must be willing to do something you've never done)
Cursed by the hate we throw (I'ma die by mine)
Is this
bringing Down her truck and
Always goes to church every Sunday,
That's how you know
She's country made
Yeah, she loves the rodeo
Hank Williams George Jones
You wine and dine that nasty freak
Dropped her off and got a kiss on cheek
You never even know how she ran in the home
Jumped on the phone
because you got small balls)
I know you got a lot to say (yeah)
But maybe you'll just run away (damn)
cnd if you do I'll put your ass on display
I mean
like the way you work it
No diggity (no diggity)
I got to bag it up (get up)
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby never
'll never ever need for another girl
I need extra day on the week
An extra hour on the clock
Just to show you how beautiful you are
You're so good
(oh-oh)
We make it look easy (oh-oh-oh)
We make it look good, good, good
You ain't gotta ask me (yeah)
Just know that I'm good, good, good (oh-oh)
your whole steeze, it be in there boo (I need)
On top of that you got the good power-U (to get by)
You're all (you're all)
I need (all I need)
your whole steeze, it be in there boo (I need)
On top of that you got the good power-U (to get by)
You're all (you're all)
I need (all I need)
never weigh more than one-fifteen
My name is Regina George
And I am a massive deal
I don't care who you are
I don't care how you feel
That's
been
Into playin', the victim
I've never been into bein'
Just another princess in someone else's kingdom
You met me
You've been sleepin' good, but
so right
For each other
There's no way to know
The things we could do together
How can I tell you
Just how I feel
How can I tell you
Baby, all
got niggas that's mad 'cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggas that just don't like me
You know the, those PhD niggas
But you know, I
of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new national anthem? (It was
West
What up
How are you?
I'm awesome
I know you're doing a ton
Of interviews right now, this
Is the first time you've been to Amp radio
So I have
broke but rich on the gram
How is you on but cop by the gram
What is you saying little nigga
What is you saying
You got to be playing little nigga
You got
got niggas that's mad 'cause I'm always with they bitch
Then you got niggas that just don't like me
You know the, those PhD niggas
But you know, I
can I say?
You wondering why I act this way
Never should've gave you the time of day
Guess you know what time it is now, eh?
There must've been
fam I lose it
Hanging out without the nooses
I just might slap you stupid hoping
You've been struck by
You've been struck by
The right hand of God
Hit
southside, you can tell by the parlor
Give it a good look cuz' there'll never be another
Hoes, a hundred spokes, what you expect?
Trust me, money can't buy
to you (gotta be)
You've got to be (gotta be)
Good to me (I know, I know )
Well if I'm good to you (uh-huh)
You've got to be (listen)
Good to me
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