Lyrics Janis Ian Dyke - Bbymutha

Mama... you look like a rockstar

I do my daughter hair, I take a break to serve a junkie
I can′t lay up with these niggas, I know they just wanna fuck me
Catching dick and missing money, missing money, catching dick
Now I nut off paper cuts, I count it backwards chop a brick
I know bitches wanna be me - insecure like Issa Rae
I mean okay, let's see whats broken pussy bitch I gotta block today
By the way, I can′t hear the hate I'm in the air today
I'm on the way to Amsterdam to put it in the air today
Bags on top of bags today, foot all on they neck today
She say what she wanna say but who that bitch gon′ check today?
Nothing but the mail, don′t burn in hell, don't play with God okay?
I be where you scared to go, pull up on me lock your door

I′m that bitch (I'm that bitch)
Been that bitch (been that bitch)
Still that bitch (still that bitch)
Gon′ stay that bitch (gon' stay that bitch, yeah)
I′m that bitch (I'm that bitch)
Been that bitch (been that bitch)
Still that bitch (still that bitch)
Gon' stay that bitch (gon′ stay that bitch, yeah)
I′m that bitch (I'm that bitch)
Been that bitch (been that bitch)
Still that bitch (still that bitch)
Gon′ stay that bitch (gon' stay that bitch, yeah)
I′m that bitch (I'm that bitch)
Been that bitch (been that bitch)
Still that bitch (still that bitch)
Gon′ stay that bitch (gon' stay that bitch, yeah, yeah)

Man these hoes still talking bout shit that happened in
Motherfucking high school like I give a fuck about high school
Bitch this ain't 2007 this 2018 I′m poppin′ right now bitch
Shut the fuck up stupid ass bitch!

Niggas rolling reefer on my left, a pistol on my right
Ain't know fucking telling where my knife, I keep her tucked and tight
Please don′t blow my high unless you not afraid to die tonight
I know you see me glowing, got you contemplating suicide (yeah)
Extra-ordinary bitch, getting money, no funny shit
Level up and cop that stupid whip you always wanted bitch!
Super Saiyan energy you hoes could never flex on me
He molly'd me, I′m feeling me, I'm rolling with a cheque on me
All my weaves synthetic, all my niggas got a girlfriend
Imma get the neck and you can love him till the world end
Riding with my demons, bout to pop an Auburn Mist
Mango ′Scotto on my lips, your favourite dealer on my dick bitch

I'm that bitch (I'm that bitch)
Been that bitch (been that bitch)
Still that bitch (still that bitch)
Gon′ stay that bitch (gon′ stay that bitch, yeah)
I'm that bitch (I′m that bitch)
Been that bitch (been that bitch)
Still that bitch (still that bitch)
Gon' stay that bitch (gon′ stay that bitch, yeah)
I'm that bitch (I′m that bitch)
Been that bitch (been that bitch)
Still that bitch (still that bitch)
Gon' stay that bitch (gon' stay that bitch, yeah)
I′m that bitch (I′m that bitch)
Been that bitch (been that bitch)
Still that bitch (still that bitch)
Gon' stay that bitch (gon′ stay that bitch, yeah, yeah)
I'm just so motherfucking glad I ain′t
Ever had to be no lame-ass, groupie-ass but...
Y'all hoes be stressed ′bout shit that
Ain't even got nothing to do with y'all
Y′all all up in my business, all up in my pussy, worried ′bout me
Worry 'bout your-motherfucking-self you
Fucking yeast infection having-ass bitch!
Ha ha!