Текст песни Girls - Iamdoechii

Ooh-oh-oh
You ain't there, you ain't there (you ain't there, uh, uh)
You ain't there, you ain't there (ah, ooh-ah, ay)

Dance in the mirror I'm winding
Calling my phone I decline it (yea)
You know I'm stingy with timing
Watch how I flip and rewind it
Only pop out if I'm paid, yeah
Smoking a joint no debate, yeah
Talking that good conversation
And only The Coven relay

I talk my shit, I'm in the mood
I said, "Fuck school" to get them blues
Plenty to lose I got nothing to prove
Bitch, you fell off when I told you the truth (God damn)
New attitude now, yeah (yeah)
Bubba that's a mood now, yeah (yeah)
Doechii on a move now, yeah (yeah)
Top of the view, how it look down there? I swear (I swear)

I can give you all but what's left to me
Talking like you've been there but you ain't never knew me
This time you can't pull up it's a new me
You ain't got a shot to shoot, ay, you ain't got a vibe to lose

(Wink, wink) on my solo dolo rendezvous
(Beaming) taking nudes none of them for you
Body like a God (body like a God), love the moon let my Yoni charge
Working way too hard, broke my heart but I brushed that off

Maybe I'm just too soft, maybe I'm just too raw
Baby, that's just my luck (baby, that just my)
Don't wanna wear no bra (I don't want to wear no)
Don't wanna go (too far)
You gon' flip, but I love the trip
Invite you way too much
You gon' flip if I scam again
Not gon' take that loss

Yeah, fuck is a line to all of my friends we always get in
We under the age but they buying us Gin
I'm sad and depressed, don't see none of these men
I want they coke and they Hen
I got a joint in my hand
He got a blunt to his lip, ew, anxious as fuck, I can't sit still
All out of luck if my drink spill

Only throw up when I'm bottling up
I got hidden emotions
I take a deep hit then I put it in motion
I'm plucking these petals and cooking up potion
It's hocus, it's pocus, new focus, new pussy, it's popping, I'm chosen
I knew it, I grew it, I'm fluent
You doubting my music I'm ruling supreme
She wanna follow my lead Doechii the Dean

Castin' a spell for this gleam, channeled my Goddess, I planted my seed
Yeah, I'm that "A," fuck a plan "B," like what he see?
Bet he slangin' that "D"
I make him, huh, I make 'em breathe
Open that door, I took a peak
He wanna leak in my sheets
He's gonna sow what he reaps
Give what he keep, yeah!

I can give you all but what's left to me
Talking like you've been there but you ain't never knew me
This time you can't pull up it's a new me
You ain't got a shot to shoot, ay, you ain't got a vibe to lose

You ain't there, you ain't there, you ain't there
You ain't there, you ain't there, you ain't there (ah, ooh-ah, ay)

11:11, I want it at seven
The city take another bitty-bitty by the day we in heaven
My finger itching for that, huh, like a boy and a reverend
I'm clairvoyant nigga, you ain't gotta lie, I can smell it
Too slick for the pigs, nigga, what's your endeavor?
Tampa niggas know the lingo pussy, money and weather
Yeah, we famous together, you ain't checking on me
I can tell you desperate and jealous nigga, fuck 'cause you selling

Krankin' in my panties after school spitting to felons
If you ain't part of the city, then you ain't picking your melons
If you ain't pitching your business, well, then you're probably irrelevant
Nigga, none of us celibate, fuck the game for the hell of it
I'm just looking for a bitty who can fly me out to Montauk
Plus, I'm with my nigga and you better hope his gun tucked
Pussy getting wetter and it's softer than a gum drop
When I'm in Atlanta I be whipping in a sun top

Sorry I be trippin', I be itching for that gun cock
He ain't getting money then you worried 'bout the wrong cock
Living out a bum box now he pushing Pop Rocks
Nigga got the block hot ever since his song flopped

Blowing up, I'm speeding up, I'm picking up my pace
Bounty on my booty they not fucking with my race
When I bring my Loud, they be thinking that it's laced
Bitch is getting loud 'bout to put her in her place
I do this shit for fun and you doing it for fame
You a fake you a fraud, you a flim
Doechii Lil' Slim, cut the beat up, one take, one trim
Nigga you're a them, what?

Launching my brand, I just started a what?
Saved up my bands, I just bought a new what?
Open my chakras, I opened my what?
Staff getting bigger should buy us a bus, huh?
Nigga biting to the bone, huh?
Boy you teethin', suck your thumb, what?
Making money from my phone, huh?
Doechii finally in her zone, yeah