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Bhad Bhabie - Ms. Whitman (Lyrics)

SUBSCRIBE AND PRESS (🔔) [Intro] Go, go, go, go Head so good, she a honor roll You thought I wasn't gonna come back for more you dumb, dirty bitch? 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 [Verse] 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 (Ahahaha, 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 print it, 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 make me laugh, I call her Marlon Wayans (Hahaha) Them NFL boys ran a 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 in 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) [Chorus] 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 [Outro] 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 onLyrics: