Miley Cyrus – Cattitude Lyrics

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[Intro: RuPaul]
Miley Cyrus
Bitch, you look like you done already done had yours
You better go take your country-ass indoors
And put some damn clothes on
‘Cause don’t nobody need to be seeing all of that
The library is officially open

[Verse 1: RuPaul]
This cat is in heat
Let me ride that beat
My pussy on fire
Pussy five-alarm fire
This cat is in heat
Let me ride that beat
My pussy on fire
Pussy five-alarm fire

[Chorus: Miley Cyrus]
Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you

[Verse 2: Miley Cyrus]
Ayy, go stupid, go dumb
Come and get it ’cause I know you want some
Nashville, Tennessee where I’m from
Since I was three, I’ve been banging on the drum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum-pum
Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum-pum

[Refrain: Miley Cyrus]
Nasty, I’m so nasty, nasty
I’m nasty, I’m so motherfucking nasty

[Verse 3: RuPaul]
Ride, shine, clock said pussy time
Bust my pussy nut while I’m fingering your butt
Do I suck dick? You ain’t seen shit
Throw a C-note, watch you slide down my throat
Yeah, my pussy fine, I pop it ’cause it’s mine
I don’t give a fuck if they call me a slut
What I do with a dick, elect me president
Put tears in his eyes when I milk a brother dry

[Refrain: Miley Cyrus & RuPaul]
I’m so nasty, I’m nasty (Nasty)
I’m nasty, I’m nasty

[Verse 4: Miley Cyrus & RuPaul]
I’ma keep working from dawn to dusk
So I can keep buying cars off Elon Musk
The matte black spinners, now that’s a must
But I want the whole pie, so leave the crust
I’m the moon, I’m the stars, I’m a Maserati
I love you, Nicki, but I listen to Cardi
I got a new song on the radio, and it goes five
(Four, three, two, one)
That’s right, it’s a number one
And I can’t take you with me as a carry on
I already got my luggage, it’s Margiela
And for my 16th birthday, I got carried on
From the house of the queen
Queen, queen, that’s what you can call me
Queen, I’ma have you run to your mommy
Queen, I’m the life of the party
Don’t worry ’bout me, go and get yourself a hobby
(Sweet pussy of mine)
I’m so nasty
(Sweet pussy of mine)

[Chorus: Miley Cyrus]
Turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you

[Post-Chorus: Miley Cyrus & RuPaul]
(Get it, get it) I’m so nasty
(Cash money) I’m so nasty
(Get it, get it, got it good)

[Chorus: Miley Cyrus]
Ru, turn up your gratitude, turn down your attitude
I love my pussy, that means I got cattitude
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you
If you don’t feel what I’m saying, I don’t fuck with you

[Bridge: Miley Cyrus]
Back up, you’re squashing my charisma
Why I gotta be so motherfucking extra?
Back up, you’re squashing my charisma
Why I gotta be so motherfucking extra?

[Post-Chorus: Miley Cyrus & RuPaul]
(Get it, get it) I’m so nasty
(Cash Money) I’m nasty
(Get it, get it) I’m so nasty
(Cash Money) I’m so motherfucking nasty

[Outro: Miley Cyrus]
You’re just mad ’cause your hair is flat
(I’m so motherfucking nasty)
You’re just mad ’cause your hair is flat
(I’m so motherfucking nasty)

88rising – Beam Lyrics

[Intro: Southside & Baka Not Nice]
Southside, Southside, Southside
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
My life off a beam
My life off a beam
I just spilled a drink all on my jeans
I-I just spend like 15 on these jeans
Popped the Bentley then I spread my wings
Fucked a bitch named Brittany, she so mean
My bitch so leaned out, she on her knees
I pour up a that dirty on lean

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Bought a Bentley coupe
I fuckin’ bought like two (hold up)
Sunset in my key
Your bitch on her knee
Your bitch gave me key
Your bitch know the key
Your bitch on that white
Your hoe oversea
Molly be her beam
Molly be her beam
Miley Cyrus girl, (hold up)
Why these hoes on lean (hold up)
Why that boy on lean, yeah
Why that boy so clean
Hoe don’t talk to me
Hoe don’t talk to me

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
My life off a beam
My life off a beam
I just spilled a drink all on my jeans
I-I just spend like 15 on these jeans
Popped the Bentley then I spread my wings
Fucked a bitch named Brittany, she so mean
My bitch so leaned out, she on her knees
I pour up a that dirty on lean

[Verse 2: Rich Brian & Playboi Carti]
My life off a beam
Out of frequency (frequencies)
I just fucked a bitch named Wendy, she’s so mean (she’s so mean)
I just fucked a bitch, yes siamese (siamese)
P-pull up, make a scene, I collect my fee, uh
When I make a move, light is all always green, uh
I just hit it once, she became a fiend
Gri-grindin’ all up on me, juices on my jeans (on my jeans)
Laser beamin’ galaxy
That bitch flat, B.O.B
I’m on Neptunes, Pusha T
We got Murda on the beat (what?)
Ayy, my life off a beam (off a beam) (yeah)
Two bitches siamese, uh (siamese) (pss, pss, yeah)
Beam out the galaxy (galaxy) (yeah)
Yoshi City, Yung Lean (Yung Lean) (what?)

Playboi Carti – Mileage Lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef]
Yea, let’s get it
Bitch, brr

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Ohh, Miley Cyrus
Ohh Yeah, Miley, Miley
Ohh Yeah, Miley Cyrus
Ohh, Miley, Miley
Wings where
Ohh yea, Kylie, Kylie
Ohh yea, Calabasas
Ohh yea, Kendall, Kylie
Adidas deal
Ohh, shoutout Kanye
Crazy girls, every Friday

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Malibu, that’s casual
Got the Michael Duke
Fit you with grab the tool
I’m with them animals
It’s a real nigga, annual
Your hoe on automatic, put her on manual
She can’t handle me, handle me and Betty Boop
You’re lookin’ for me, I’m on Saks Fifth Avenue
I just went and bought me some flashbangs
You can disappear, disrespectin’ that gang
Choppa go, ratata
You talkin’ rarara
She got more mileage than a car-haha
And she just pull up to the spot

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

Playboi Carti – Mileage (feat. Chief Keef) lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef]
Yea, let’s get it
Bitch, brr

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Ohh, Miley Cyrus
Ohh Yeah, Miley, Miley
Ohh Yeah, Miley Cyrus
Ohh, Miley, Miley
Wings where
Ohh yea, Kylie, Kylie
Ohh yea, Calabasas
Ohh yea, Kendall, Kylie
Adidas deal
Ohh, shoutout Kanye
Crazy girls, every Friday

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Malibu, that’s casual
Got the Michael Duke
Fit you with grab the tool
I’m with them animals
It’s a real nigga, annual
Your hoe on automatic, put her on manual
She can hand me, hand me, [?] (Betty Boo)
You’re lookin’ for me, I’m on Saks Fifth Avenue
I just went and bought me some flashbangs
You can disappear, disrespectin’ that gang
Travel Gold, ratata
You talkin’ rarara
She got more mileage than a car-haha
And she just pull up to the spot

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

Younger now – Miley Cyrus lyrics

Lyrics Miley Cyrus – Younger now

Feels like I just woke up
Like all this time I’ve been asleep
Even though it’s not who I am
I’m not afraid of who I used to be.
No one stays the same
You know what goes up must come down
Change is a thing you can count on
I feel so much younger now.

Feels like I’ve been living in a dream
But never make it to the end
My eyes open when they feel the light
It’s always right before I’m about to scream.

No one stays the same
You know what goes up must come down
Change is a thing you can count on
Versuri-lyrics.info
I feel so much younger now.

What goes up must come down
What goes up must come down
What goes up must come down
What goes up must come down.

No one stays the same
You know what goes comes back around
Change is a thing you can count on
I feel so much younger nooow
I feel so much younger nooow
I feel so much younger nowww.
MIley Cyrus lyrics
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Amine – Turf (feat. Charlie Wilson)

[Verse 1: Aminé]
Walking on the pavement I check my pride and my teeth on
The girl I grew up with lives a couple houses down
The 8 Bus run the same, dogs howl when the train
Comes like me ex girl and next girl
Used to rock the S curl
Wanted me a Nextel but my momma copped a Razr
That’s why I couldn’t blame her
Flipping through my past like I used to flip the phone
They kicking out the blacks and all the houses getting clones
Friends used to do pills and only eat at Du’s Grill
The food was pretty good but the times was better
These are the only days I missed
Like the first shawty I kissed
I used to have dreams now I dream

[Hook: Aminé]
I look around and I see nothing in my neighborhood
Not satisfied don’t think I ever wanna stay for good
Packed up my bags, told mom and dad I gotta go, go
And once I do they’ll finally see the enemy

[Verse 2: Aminé]
Everybody wanna be a star, everybody want a nice car
Everybody wanna live great, have a good damn time, never trip with the law
The popo up in PO, dirtier than VO
Police from the past act like I’m they fucking hero
Living in LA for the weather, I facetime mom when I miss her
I got some homies that’ll never leave my home
When I pull up to the corner, it smell like Miley Cyrus
I told em’ I don’t smoke, they say “boy, you fucking wildin’”
Innocent and young, reckless and we dumb
Our heart is like our earth and memories the sun

[Hook: Aminé]
I look around and I see nothing in my neighborhood
Not satisfied don’t think I ever wanna stay for good
Packed up my bags, told mom and dad I gotta go, go
And once I do they’ll finally see the enemy

[Verse 3: Aminé]
Mentality the same from my folks
Momma wanna see me happy, she don’t wanna see me broke
I said “bread wine, sauvignon, rastafari, babylon”
You can never die if I live it like a prize (hey!)
Who knows who I am, who knows who I are
Most people pretty sketch like a night at Echo Park
That’s why I just keep it cool but my time is in a leisure
Everytime I’m home I catch emotion like a seizure

[Interlude]
I cut the first night, we fuck around, I put my finger in her bootyhole cause you know you gotta test the water with hoes. A-a-and then.. *laughing*
I slip and slide through the times in my youth
What’s the age? Too young to worry, too old to dream
What’s the age? Imagination to me, tragedy to some
What’s the age? I guess we’ll find out when we’re older. Touché

[Hook: Charlie Wilson]
I look around and I see nothing in my neighborhood
Not satisfied don’t think I ever wanna stay for good
Packed up my bags, told mom and dad I gotta go, go
And once I do they’ll finally see the enemy

[Outro: Charlie Wilson]
Oh
Ooh, oh, ooh, oh yeah
Ooh, ooh, oh yeah, ooh
Yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah
Oo yeah-eah-eah-eah
Ohhhh hmm
Ohhhh hmm
Hmm
Hmm
Turf

From First To Last – I Don’t Wanna Live In The Real World lyrics

[Verse 1]
I wake up, turn on my TV,
Never thought my shampoo could kill me.
I walk outside, look up to the sky,
So many chem-trails are passing by.

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world.
Government mind control, MK Ultra,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.

[Verse 2]
Friday cruising on the freeway,
Glen beck says Jesus can save me.
Well shit, that’d be pretty nice cause this feels like hell,
Hey, Matt, I hear Guantanamo has pretty comfy cells
I wish I could get taken by an alien race,
But I don’t think that I could get through TSA.
I just wanna watch porno,
Without the NSA flagging me.

[Chorus]
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world.
Fluoride water, foreign drone strikes,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, fuck Monsanto.
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.

I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world.
Mainstream media, praise and worship,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Fox news channel

I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world.

I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
Government mind control, MK Ultra,
Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.

I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
I don’t wanna live in the real world,
(Blah, blah, blah, blah, Miley Cyrus.)

Migos – So Sick Lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
So sick, so sick, so sick
Achoo
Fucking with the bird got sick
Fucking with the bird got sick

[Hook: Quavo]
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
Got a bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
Got a ice on my neck so sick

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Got bands like I play with the Nets
So sick, pass me the Kleenex
So sick, wipe my nose with the check
Touch down in a 2012 jet
Plugged in, ain’t talking Internet
Make movie like Cinemax
Bad bih know how to cook crack
Now the whole hood going in a trap attack
Got the feet itching like chicken pox
Got a nigga mad cause a nigga re-rock
Ice on my neck looking like a freeze pop
Got the bitch sucking on my dick like a ring pop
Quick to shoot a nigga just like a slingshot
Top shooter nigga put me on top shot
Came from the bottom now a nigga at the top
Shawty got sick when she seen the top drop

[Hook: Quavo]
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
Got a bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
Got a ice on my neck so sick

[Verse 2: Offset]
Leopard print Versace, I look like I belong in a zoo
Diamonds so cold, caught the flu
So sick, make a young nigga puke
In the lab smoking gas like Snoop
Sipping on the lean like the shit hot soup
Finessing on the plug with the Reggie Bush juke
And I keep the blow like a nigga play the flute
Coughing on the gas, bronchitis
In the kitchen water whipping, making Miley Cyrus
Pot is so sick like the shroom caught a virus
Pockets on fat while you niggas on a diet
Fucking with the squad, he done start a double riot
Bounce nigga shit, I don’t stand in line
Bad bitches in the club sniffing my lines
Water whip the brick, hit it with the blowdryer

[Hook: Quavo]
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
Got a bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
Got a ice on my neck so sick

[Verse 3: Takeoff]
Fucking with the birds on the counter, bird flu
[?] dripping on a nigga, need a towel
Beat a nigga in the wind, make a nigga throw the towel
GT Benz and just got a [?]
[?] .45 go bow
Spent 10 racks on a sick Audemar
Put a H in my bedroom, put a H in the car
[?] coupe make the whip look sick
Think I’m a DJ with the work, remix
Red on the bottom of the shoe, piru
Wrist sick like Michael Jordan when he had the flu
Got a bad ass bih and she dripping Swagu
So sick, sneezing on the track, achoo
Black and white coupe look like an 8-ball
Green diamonds on my pinky like a [?]

[Hook: Quavo]
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Fucking with the bird got sick
Ice on my neck got sick
Ice on my neck so sick
Man I’m fucking with the bird got sick
Got a bad ass bitch she sick
Murcielago coupe so sick
So sick, so sick, so sick, so sick
Y’all fucking with the bird got sick
Got a ice on my neck so sick

Pitbull – Timber lyrics

[Hook: Ke$ha]
It’s going down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night you won’t remember
I’ll be the one you won’t forget

[Verse 1: Pitbull]
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
These big-iddy boys, are dig-gidy dogs
I have ’em like Miley Cyrus, clothes off
Twerkin in their bras and thongs (Timber)

Face down, booty up, (Timber)
That’s the way we like to-what? (Timber)
I’m slicker than an oil spill
She say she won’t, but I bet she will (Timber)

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down

Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down

[Chorus: Ke$ha]
It’s going down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night you won’t remember
I’ll be the one you won’t forget

It’s goin’ down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night, you won’t remember
I’ll be the one you won’t forget

[Verse 2: Pitbull]
Look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane
Nah, it’s just me ain’t a damn thing changed
Live in hotels, swing on planes
Blessed to say, money ain’t a thing

Club jumpin’ like LeBron now (Voli)
Order me another round (Homie)
We about to clown – why?
‘Cause It’s. About. To go. Down.

[Pre-Chorus: Pitbull]
Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down

Swing your partner round and round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down
One more shot, another round
End of the night, it’s goin’ down

[Chorus: Ke$ha]
It’s going down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night you won’t remember
I’ll be the one you won’t forget

It’s going down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night, you won’t remember
I’ll be the one you won’t forget

[Outro]

Hodgy Beats – Barbell Lyrics

[Intro]
You should let life
Life… have it’s wayward
You should let the world
Have nothing

[Chorus 1]
You want to have a heart to heart nigga?
They told me to play it smart nigga
I’ma tear it up and rip shit apart nigga
Hey, I’ma play my part nigga
I’ma go bar for bar, bar for bar, bar for bar nigga, yeah
You want to have a heart to heart nigga
I’ma tear your shit apart nigga
Bar for bar nigga

[Verse 1]
It’s rare that you would catch me off guard, blindsided
I’m just like Mike, Mike Will, Miley Cyrus
Close my eyelids, feel my iris dilate
Ain’t bothered by hate, I’m steppin’ to it
We face the fate nigga
Hodgy bout to build a conglomerate nigga
Make sure my business ain’t made with no concentrate
All the equities and the artists I conjugate, with myself
Most people come and intoxicate your circle
Suck the life out of your circle, then confiscate your circle
See what they did, man they made you hate your circle
Ya’ll some wild niggas, incidentally coloured purple
Tappin’ in your church shoes to the harmonies
SMH to the slandering Simon these
Shittin’ on your knees and swallow all of these OMGs
Where does the road that’s golden lead
I hold myself and read I’m a mythology
H, Wizard

[Chorus 2]
If you ain’t speaking from your heart nigga
You can’t go bar to bar with a
Real nigga going hard nigga
What I’m talking I’m living it bar for bar nigga
Bar for bar, bar for bar, bar for bar nigga
I’m the king of Araba you Jafar nigga
French rolls don’t play, I roll just my part nigga
Ready to spark, g-g-going bar for bar nigga

[Verse 2]
You get your first cover in [?]
We bout to see how fucking hungry you are (you are)
About how much about this money you are (you are)
You wrote it so fraudulent but becoming a star
I rhyme for my niggas
When it’s beefing that don’t meaning running to the car
Unlocking my door, hearing engine roar, pedal to the floor
I thought he had they back man, what he leave them for?
They say heaven’s on the same level as the devil’s door
I keep pressing number 7 on the elevator
Fuck them niggas and they set, that’s what you tell a hater
It’s cliche to say we going up like escalators
Niggas want a copy, us and fucking automate us
I’ll just write a solo while they fucking huddle up
If niggas talking just because man I’mma shut em up
It’s all a game in their head, I’ll let em run amok
Remember the game is over once the buzzer bust

24hrs – Stylist letras

[Verse 1]
Bitch, the rollie match my teeth
Got a hundred on me
Got the 40 on me
Is that Chanel on your waist?
Paper plane like M.I.A
Girl I’m on the way
Tell me if you lying
Girl, I just be vibing
Smoking weed like a siren
Louder than a siren
Feel like Miley Cyrus
She feel like Miley Cyrus
Girl, you need a stylist

[Hook]
Bitch, you need a stylist
Bitch, you need a stylist
Bitch, let me style it
20, I be wyling
20 on my face
20 on my waist
20, got good taste
Bitch, you need a stylist
Bitch, let me style it
Bitch, let me style it

[Verse 2]
Girl, this Hilton on my face
I be shitting on your place
I might stuff her in some Palace
Then bring her to the palace
Can you take a pic?
I be flexing on a bitch
Man, this 20 on my wrist
It’s got your nigga pissed

[Hook]
20, I be wyling
Bitch you need a stylist
I could be your stylist
I could be your stylist
Bitch, you need a stylist
I could be your stylist
I could be your stylist
Bitch, let me style it
Bitch, let me style it
I could be your stylist
I could be your stylist
Bitch you need a stylist
You feel like Miley Cyrus
Bitch, you need a stylist
Bitch, let me style it