Ms. Whitman

Lyrics: Danielle Bregoli/Loopy Ferrell/Jahleel Carter Music: Danielle Bregoli/Loopy Ferrell/Jahleel Carter Go, go, go, go Head so good, she a honor roll You thought I wasn't gonna come back for more, dumb, dirty b***h? (She ride the d**k like a carnival) I done did the impossible Go, go, go, go She ride the d**k like a carnival I done did the impossible
Why this b***h obsessed with me? I just don't understand You sucked the d**k straight out my ass, who got the upper hand? (Haha) I see why you ain't got no friends, you're Miss I'll-****-Your-Man (**** your man) Your stepmom burnt out, why she took her sister's second-hand? (Wow) I know your route, you're reaching out, you need my name for clout (Clout) That stanky p***y got you kicked out the Kardashian house (Ahahaha, stanky) You hit my DM like, "No more diss songs," you tappin' out (Tappin' out) I go rehab with this flow, b***h, I'm blackin' out (Blackin' out) No, you not a model, give that flow right back to Latto (Back to Latto) You ugly without no makeup, for some beats you **** on Jacob (Dirty whore) How many times I got to tell these hoes I been that b***h? (Been that b***h) My money long, shit on the floor, look like I printed, uh Seven foreign cars, live on the Hills, my shit ain't rented Keep my baby daddy name out yo' ****in' mouth 'fore I Will Smith it (B***h) This ho belong all in the zoo, see, I don't understand (I don't understand) She ****ed on Tyga and killin' babies, I seen the sonogram (I seen it) Flex like me, wanna be just like me But I got plaques, on plaques, on plaques like Soulja Boy teeth Dye your hair like me, weird b***h, not me They ****ed you back to back to back, that could never be me (Never be me) Ain't speakin' facts, she made me laugh, I call her Marlon Wayans (Hahaha) Them NFL boys ran the train on you, now you on da team (Damn) How this b***h got a thousand bodies ain't old enough to drink? Jackboy ****ed that p***y out in Florida, you **** on anything (Jackboy) I know about you Just with little fame, it's easy to get that whore up out you (That whore about you) Almost overdosed on a vape, nobody ain't call about you I played a role to be your friend, to beat the smoke out you (Dumb b***h)
Damn, Alabama, you a tramp, Alabama Wave this Drake out the window, God's plan, Alabama Simon says stomp your feet, move your hands, Alabama Bhabie says I'm up the street, like here I am, Alabama
You really dumb enough to think I'll tell you anything, you dumb, dirty ho, I wouldn't tell you what color socks I got on