Who the fuck is this dumb ass bitch tryna run her lips like she won't get hit?
Your whole shit's been a hit and miss but after this you won't get dick
All pun intended your Weasel Gang I'ma end it
Instead of chasin' Church you shoulda been in it
Nobody likes you, scissorin's what excites you
Your voice is flatter than your body from a side view
Nothin' behind you, I'll serve you like a drive-thru
And tell that dude that's always with you he's a dyke too
Time to sleep in this bed I made you
You been dead but I thought I'd raise you
Back to life, next time think twice before you lie and say somebody raped you
Shame on anyone who raised you
You ain't the queen, dumb bitch, we hate you
Fuck you and the clout you chase
Hope you like this song I made you
You never seen nobody act like me
Tell the truth and get 'em mad like me
A country girl this bad like me
Sweet as tea with an ass like me
Southern belle, I raise hell
Southern belle, I raise hell
Southern belle, I raise hell
Get it right, you gonna catch this L
Said you're a virgin, that made me sick
We all know that's 'cause you don't take dick (What up Autumn)
Feelin' like 2Pac ridin' on my enemies
You're from Carolina bitch, quit claimin' Tennessee
I'm from the home of the alligators and Everglades
We deal with drama 357 ways
You started this, but I'ma finish it
And if you want it, say you want it
You can get it bitch
You never seen nobody act like me
Tell the truth and get 'em mad like me
A country girl this bad like me
Sweet as tea with an ass like me
Southern belle, I raise hell
Southern belle, I raise hell
Southern belle, I raise hell
Get it right, you gonna catch this L
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