what he did (feat. Alektra)

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 butt? 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 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 bitch 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 bitch better read it Got a new bikini and your man he gonna see it! And this body so divine Make a bitch cut now she's running out of time That's your man, now he's mine Bitches 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 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 bitch 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 whore and The money starts flowing like a blue river Bitch 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 lick his toes Taste like fried chicken (uh) 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 bitch You're for the streets bitch That was an Ariana Grande note, bitch