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ebonii - what he did lyrics

[verse 1: ebonii]
bree van de kamp face card
titties sitting and my nipples kinda hard (suck em’)
i ain’t no regular broad
but you eat my hot fresh pizza from papa john’s
what was that you said what?
you said i got a nice b_tt?
but i know that you got a baddie at home
i know that i said when in rome but
you can’t hit my phone up, you you can’t hit my line
can’t call me up and over do me silent like a crime
can’t play me like nintendo cuz im silent when i cry
and i’m pretty when i let you smell my roses tonight

[verse 2: alektra]
pretty when i play a game with my secrets
i might cut him off if he not gonna keep it
live a lie, so a b_tch better read it
got a new bikini and your man he gonna see it!
and this body so divine
make a b_tch cut now she’s running out of time
that’s your man, now he’s mine
b_tches get involved but they always stay online
now, back to the topic
got the endless hits and they not gonna top it
if you’re mad, too bad, gotta knife in my pocket
and i’m coming for your man, make him stiff like a rocket
and i’m always sitting pretty with the pistol in my tiddies
make him drop a hundred fifty, i ain’t gotta spend a penny
and your man dropping it down, in my custom birkin gown
if it makes you mad then take him out to town now
[chorus: ebonii]
when you ask me what he did, i ain’t tell you
cuz he my man now, he ain’t your man now
when you ask me how he did that and you want proof
i ain’t gon’ give it to you!
when you ask me what he did and you want penance for his crimes
i ain’t gon’ give you none my time, you’re for the streets b_tch

[verse 3: ebonii]
so high i can’t see the floor and
i’m down bad off that blue liquor and
i get to feeling like a freaky wh0re and
the money starts flowing like a blue river
b_tch i ball like michael jordan
i am dressed just by michael kors
and my iceland best friend’s name is bjork
i could take you all to the prada store
you can’t go to town babe, you never did it right
i would never claim a man, if he sleeps at night
i go hard every day no rest for the wicked
i like to l!ck his toes
taste like fried chicken (uh)

[chorus: ebonii]
when you ask me what he did, i ain’t tell you
cuz he my man now, he ain’t your man now
when you ask me how he did that and you want proof
i ain’t gon’ give it to you!
when you ask me what he did and you want penance for his crimes
i ain’t gon’ give you none my time, you’re for the streets b_tch
you’re for the streets b_tch
you’re for the streets b_tch
you’re for the streets b_tch
[outro: ebonii]
that was an ariana grande note, b_tch!

- ebonii

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