Ms. Whitman

Album: single release only (2025)
Charted: 76 56
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  • (Go, go, go, go)
    (Head so good, she a honor roll)
    You thought I wasn't gonna come back for more, dumb, dirty bitch? (She ride the dick like a carnival)
    (I done did the impossible)
    (Go, go, go, go)
    (Head so good, she a honor roll)
    (She ride the dick like a carnival)
    (I done did the impossible)

    Why this bitch obsessed with me? I just don't understand
    You sucked the dick straight out my ass, who got the upper hand? (Haha)
    I see why you ain't got no friends, you're Miss I'll-Fuck-Your-Man (fuck 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 pussy got you kicked out the Kardashian house (stanky)
    You hit my DM like, "No more diss songs," you tappin' out (tappin' out)
    I go rehab with this flow, bitch, I'm blackin' out (blackin' out)
    No, you not a model, give that flow right back to Latto (back to Latto)
    You ugly with no makeup, for some beats you fuck on Jacob (dirty whore)
    How many times I got to tell these hoes I been that bitch? (Been that bitch)
    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' fuckin' mouth 'fore I Will Smith it (bitch)
    This ho belong all in the zoo, see, I don't understand (I don't understand)
    She fucked 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 bitch, not me
    They fucked 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
    Them NFL boys ran the train on you, now you on the team (damn)
    How this bitch got a thousand bodies ain't old enough to drink?
    Jackboy fucked that pussy out of Florida, you fuck 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 bitch)

    Damn, Alabama, you a tramp, Alabama
    Wave this Drac' 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 Writer/s: Danielle Bregoli, Dimitri Leslie Roger, Grant Dickinson, Tyrone William Jr. Griffin
    Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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