Artist: Lil Debbie Album: Debbie Song: F That Typed by: AZ Lyrics K Classic Silly bitch always talkin' 'bout Debbie ain't raw Debbie ain't real, Debbie don't kill Too trill, I done told y'all bitches I'ma show y'all bitches no chill, silly hoes know Hatin' ass bitch, a debatin' ass bitch What'chu mad, you ain't-done-nothin-lately ass bitch Hoe you hot that I pop, bitch stop I'm a gun off safety ass bitch, bang bang, hoe Bitch is talkin' with my back turned Always wanna smile in my face Caught 'em takin' my place Girl stop, bitch freeze, bitch please Slap a hoe to the mouth, lose taste, talk now tho Motherfucker tryna hit, talk slick like I'm pitchin' my shit Like I could pitch it underhand You can know exactly where it's gonna land You ain't never hittin' this shit motherfucker I came in alone, I'ma die alone Don't call for a favor, all you're gettin' is a dial tone And my stock goin' up You might wanna check the dow jones Bitch, I'm all the way up, ain't no pay cuts Straight to majors, they mad they ain't us And now I'm like fuck that They think I'm going crazy Maybe that's what you made me Maybe that's why these bitches salty And they love to hate me They say my bars too vulgar Hoe, I'm just gettin' colder And that's the way it is until I say it's fuckin' over They think I'm going crazy Maybe that's what you made me Maybe that's why these bitches salty And they love to hate me They say my bars too vulgar Hoe, I'm just gettin' colder And that's the way it is until I say it's fuckin' over Fuck that! Radio station amazing They still ain't playin' my shit They can never say they made my shit Knowin' God damn well these bitches can't fade my shit Real shit bitch Stupid hoe tryna tell me that I drink too much Smoke too much, joke too much So what hoe, I'm dope too much Take a dick, you can choke on nuts What'chu thought, hoe? Record label told me that my image ain't clean What'chu mean, I'm the queen on the scene Got the team, in a dream Kush and the lean Fuck y'all I'm still gettin' green What'chu talking 'bout? Every bitch sayin' Debbie ain't wreckin' shit Microphone checkin' shit, killin' every record shit Got it goin', check a bitch, teach a bitch a lesson shit You ain't gotta like it bitch to show you gon' respect this shit I came in alone, I'ma die alone Don't call for a favor, all you're gettin' is a dial tone And my stock goin' up You might wanna check the dow jones Bitch, I'm all the way up, there ain't no pay cuts Straight to majors, they mad they ain't us And now I'm like fuck that They think I'm goin' crazy Maybe that's what you made me Maybe that's why these bitches salty And they love to hate me They say my bars too vulgar Hoe, I'm just gettin' colder And that's the way it is until I say it's fuckin' over They think I'm going crazy Maybe that's what you made me Maybe that's why these bitches salty And they love to hate me They say my bars too vulgar Hoe, I'm just gettin' colder And that's the way it is until I say it's fuckin' over Fuck that!