Lyrics
Oh, you think you're worth all the fuss?
You think a bitch is settled like the dust, but I'm out of here
There's not a man on Earth that I'll trust
You can keep the image of my butt as a souvenir
Unfortunately, you made the mistake of underestimatin' me
Coulda, shoulda, woulda but you did it, ha
It's a therapist you need
Coulda, shoulda, would've, fuck it
Little boy, who you think you're talkin' to?
Please, don't think that the sex is gonna cloud my view
'Cause I'm done toleratin' bullshit
Give you my love, and you don't know what to do with it
Little boy, who you, who you think you're talkin' to?
Please, don't think that the sex is gonna cloud my view
'Causе I'm done toleratin' bullshit
Give you my lovе, and you don't know what to do with it
Women hold the weight of the world
But you still talk down and call me little girl, I hate that shit
It's a no if she needs to be coerced
My body's not an object or dessert, I am not your bitch
I am not your bitch, wanna see me switch?
Get psycho like they say I am
Scared of me, you flinch, I don't need your inches
Y'all in my mentions, I feel fuckboy rich
Think you're slick?
I burn bridges quick
I won't sacrifice my humanity, sanity for the dick, I won't
Unfortunately, you made the mistake of underestimatin' me
Coulda, shoulda, woulda but you did it, ha
It's a therapist you need
Coulda, shoulda, would've, fuck it
Little boy, who you think you're talkin' to?
Please, don't think that the sex is gonna cloud my view
'Cause I'm done toleratin' bullshit
Give you my love, and you don't know what to do with it
Little boy, who you, who you think you're talkin' to?
Please, don't think that the sex is gonna cloud my view
'Cause I'm done toleratin' bullshit
Give you my love, and you don't know what to do with it
Little boy, who you, who you think you're talkin' to?
Who you think you're talkin' to?
Little boy, who you, who you think you're talkin' to?
Who you think you're talkin' to?
(Hey grandpa, drop the beat)
