Testo di Cherub

Ay, ay, ay, ay Whoop, yeah, whoop Fuck the NRA, but I'll blow your fucking house out With a gun, baby, I don't give a fuck, your lights out She's a little bitch, she's my mini-me, wannabe Pull up to the party, bet your boo wanna leave with me I got lots of friends, and they all wanna die for me Even enemies wanna get a co-sign from me She's a little bitch, she's my mini-me, wannabe Pull up to the party, bet your boo wanna leave with me I must be a cake, 'cause they all want a slice of me Higher than a jet, еven clouds wanna copy me Rapping on this Runescapе type beat Thinking 'bout someone who's been tryna try me Stay steady eyein me, is that a glizzy or you happy To see me, haters can't decide if they're mad or wanna be me Either way I don't care, realest bitches in the room always me and Clair That's why the bouncer gave us the all clear I'ma Jordin Sparks you, that's right, no air She's a little bitch, she's my mini-me, wannabe Pull up to the party, bet your boo wanna leave with me I got lots of friends, and they all wanna die for me Even enemies wanna get a co-sign from me She's a little bitch, she's my mini-me, wannabe Pull up to the party, bet your boo wanna leave with me I must be a cake, 'cause they all want a slice of me Higher than a jet, even clouds wanna copy me