Don't Hate - Lil Debbie

I’m that bitch, that bitch, that bitch

That bitch, that bitch, that bitch, don’t hate, don’t hate

Bomb, that bomb

Yeah, I’m always smokin' that bomb

Gettin' money, real long

I’m always gettin' chased by King Kong

I’m that bitch he on

He likin' on me, he wanna wife me

I’m hella icy, we hella saucy

We hella bossy, what it cost me?

Please, who’s lookin' at tags these days?

I heard you went broke, you a charity case

What you’re layin' next to can’t compare to this face

Can’t walk in my shoes, can’t stand in my space

Bitch, I’m a one of one, you a dime a dozen

Don’t call me if it ain’t about the money

I’ma get it if I motherfuckin' want it

Pull the credit card out, tell 'em run it

I’m that bitch, that bitch, that bitch

That bitch, that bitch, that bitch, don’t hate, don’t hate

I’m that bitch, that bitch, that bitch

That bitch, that bitch, that bitch, don’t hate, don’t hate

Stylin', profilin'

Everybody in the clique be wildin'

Umbrellas in my drink on an island

All you beat up hoes, throw the towel in

Money just pilin'

Hella shows across the country

Slim waist but always hungry

Is that why you say you want me?

'Cause I’m gettin' that cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake

Tell me put it in his face, face, face, face, face

He be, he be goin' cray, cray, cray, cray, cray

Yeah, we do this every day, day, day, day, day

Tell 'em run it

I’m that bitch, that bitch, that bitch

That bitch, that bitch, that bitch, don’t hate, don’t hate

I’m that bitch, that bitch, that bitch

That bitch, that bitch, that bitch, don’t hate, don’t hate

Chanel slippers, male strippers

I don’t fuck with it, I like thug shit

He get rough with me, I get rough back

I got him stuck to my walls like a thumbtack

Done tacked, in my car

Windows up, my pockets fat

I ain’t gotta prove I can rap

I’m that bitch that he askin' 'bout, yup

Lil D

Love from the nerds and the triple OGs

Need about a OZ, rollin' with the whole team

Red cup full of heem, I’m your man’s wet dream

That cream, that money

I’ma get it if I motherfuckin' want it

I admit it, I’m addicted to the stuntin'

Pull the credit card out, tell 'em run it

I’m that bitch, that bitch, that bitch

That bitch, that bitch, that bitch, don’t hate, don’t hate

I’m that bitch, that bitch, that bitch

That bitch, that bitch, that bitch, don’t hate, don’t hate