Lyrics Ctrl + Alt + Del - Cyrus

All these boys wanna sound like me
These old boys always sound like me
Wanna name they songs too
After my real shit bae
This dick yo dick bae
They tryna ride yo dick bae
All them boys no good boo
But shit, you, you bad bae
Even rap on the same beach
And then act like, "that ain't me"
Even jock how I write tweets
Just to act like they like me
This ain't a diss, you could diss
Figure 'bout to turn a song every week into six figures
Man they can't challenge every rapper, just a stick figure
Life is a bitch, but she sleeping in the bed with me
Oh my God!
But he got nothing to do with it
I give a fuck, but shit, at the end of the day, you wouldn't know what to do with it
Tell her 'til this fuck it's still work harder than half these kids, it's true with it
After all, I'm blessed with these praying hands and never preyed on fans
And never play how good we only pay our hands
Could mix plenty tapes, but make mixtapes better
Pistol whip your tape like it's a new Beretta
Live from coast to coast, I make times so jealous
Heard your bitch might want me to make her mystic better
She wanna see this D, give it a cis-diss changin'
Scratch this disc, and I might just change it
This life ain't cheap, your two cents need change-ups
She ride this D like a new Jeep Wrangler
Yeah, and this shit go out to like, fuckin' everybody
Man, I wasn't gonna ever herk on this shit, but
We'll try something like this
If you think this song's about you, then maybe it is, maybe it is, alright
You talk, you talk, you talk, but you'll never do shit, you never do shit (oh no)
I been going off the top, she been giving all the top, you bottom-fishing
Made a song about a thot, made a song about a lot of songs with ya
Really need to get a job, say you're workin' but you're not, what's wrong with ya?
You been working up a favor, God can't save ya
None of them songs you made shoulda left that paper, you hear what I'm saying?
The fast rap flow hair with the Saiyan
Do you got the time or do you just watch?
Do you got the drive or do you just walk?
Oh you got the key, I need a valet
Why's your whole life one bad day?
You a stop sign, I'm a fastbreak
Better yet, your drive is a driveway
I don't back out shit, I only back up shit
I gotta eternal droppin', my external quick
I'm in a solid state, you in a cellar state
Might sell it to the lambs, you just an awkward date
Like, maybe you need Jesus
Me, I ball, you need some
Every year my year, but you never in season
Plus you talk too much, give you the silent treatment
See I don't give fucks, dicks don't keep secrets
Guess I'm out for blood, is that your pussy bleeding?
Your boys won't beat us
Control, alt, delete ya