Lyrics My Flow - Emily Pricey

Yes, I'm a fucking singer, yes, I'm a fucking singer
I wrote new ate songs, called me"I'm Wet"
Mini clothes from Juicy, XS clothes fit me
Your daddy is like me but he's so pervert
You can't stop my flow
Your dad is blow soon
My life is wonderful
Like this life is so full
You can be jealous of me
'Cause I'm so pretty
Like I'm Emily Pricey
And you can cry about it

(Cry about it, cry about it, c-c-c-c-cry about it)
(Cry about it, cry about it, c-c-c-c-cry about it)

I'm not your piply bitch
'Cause I'm fucking"B" queen
If you don't like me, hoe
I'm better than that G.C
2009, my birthday isn't come
Four May is my born day
I'm a fucking pride

I live in to the hell
Turkish incels so goddamn
I'm Emily Pricey, bitch (E-M-I-L-Y)
I'm pretty and skinny, bitch
I think you are fucking sick
Your mom says to me"giver bitch"
But your mom doesn't know you're sucking dick

C-E-O's your fucking customers
Being P-O-O-R will be the death of you
You can't choose my pretty rich life
You need more vegetables poorly
Maybe your life will be
I don't give a fuck anything stupid
'Cause I'm pretty, bitch
And you can cry about it

(Cry about it, cry about it, c-c-c-c-cry about it)
(Cry about it, cry about it, c-c-c-c-cry about it)