Lyrics Julite - Sara Fajira feat. Eddie Tripleks

Are ya gonna cry little baby?
Yo think I'm gonna trust all your hypocrisy?
Stop right there lemme hit ya with no mercy
Honey, my gold precious than you dumbest teeny tiny witch
See I'm pullin to da club turn the tables flippin
Shout it out to me, tell me what you get?
Call me cruel, I'm da best than ya lil brat
Yo little witch tryna hit me down, wait

Oogie woogie spooky creepy and eerie, they ain't no scary them all just doodie
They never better, easy to flatter, hit 'em with platter, nicer with a ladder, go to your father
One way another, I'm your fortune teller, you ain't no helper, ain't no healer
Me no rapper, just a singer, I'm a rap controller
You know, some girls are damn lame loco
Playin' so cold, actin' weirdo, drunk in a beer tho
Now watch me waistin'-in'-in', it's workin', got me losin', took me flyin, I ain't fakin'
It's bittin money spendin', missed controlin', no ballin', lets rollin' stop bla-bla-bla-bla-bla-bla
I'm so shakin'

You can't ever be like me
Put your eyes all over me
You can't run away from me, no
You can't ever be like me
You can't run away from me
Put your eyes all over me
You can't run away
Julit amat sih

(Julit amat sih, julit amat sih, julit amat sih)
(Julit amat sih, julit amat sih, julit amat sih)
(Julit amat sih, julit amat sih)
S-A-R-A-F-A-J-I-R-A, that's me
(Julit amat sih)
Who's that chick?
B-E-O-T-C-H, beotch

Go-go-gonna put you in a deep coma
You better run to yo mama
Ding dang, better run with Llama
Gonna steal your lova
Hands up, cuz my style is lava
Get over yo fantasies, buckle up to your fears and all over your years and your tears
When you start to take Baileys, I'm done with my Goldies
Stuck in your 60's, I'm over the 90's
Bitches be fakin', I never be fakin', my style make you achin', y'know I'm gon' raging

You can't ever be like me
Put your eyes all over me
You can't run away from me, no
You can't ever be like me
You can't run away from me
Put your eyes all over me
You can't run away
Julit amat sih

(Julit amat sih, julit amat sih, julit amat sih)
(Julit amat sih, julit amat sih, julit amat sih)
(Julit amat sih, julit amat sih)
S-A-R-A-F-A-J-I-R-A, that's me
(Julit amat sih)
Who's that chick?
B-E-O-T-C-H, beotch

Ah-ha, ha
Who's dat?
It's meh