เนื้อเพลง Feefa - 6ix9ine

[Intro]
M-M-M-Murda

[Hook: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain't want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don't get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin' paid over here
Broke n*ggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet 'em over there
Little booties, they ain't matter over here
Now stop

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Wait a minute, now I'm back at it
Back at it like a motherf*cking crack addict
Sex addict, I'm a motherf*ckin' sex addict
Hit shorty from the back, got her back crackin'
Back crackin', b-back crackin'
I love hoe b*tches, that's my f*ckin' problem
Yeah, I like to f*ck hoes, I got a f*ckin' problem
Bang, bang, bang and a chicken wing, b*tch
Yeah, I know you love how I put it down, b*tch
Drop down and pick your weave up, girl
Drop down and get your Eagle on, girl
Head downtown and pick the eaters up, girl
You know them chicken-heads eat it up, girl

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain't want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don't get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin' paid over here
Broke n*ggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet 'em over there
Little booties, they ain't matter over here

[Verse 2: Kanye West, 6ix9ine]
That p*ssy get wetter than yours
That head is better than yours
I flew her out so I could f*ck on tour
Flew her back, 'cause my girlfriend's sore
They tried to say I wasn't black no more
About as black as Macklemore
They don't like me 'cause I'm Mexican
Sent me back, now I'm back again
Uh, just bought a piece of Fashion Nova
Your girlfriend look like a ogre
N*gga, fat b*tches need love too
My fault, Ye, I wasn't sober
Who the f*ck gon' listen to Ebro? (Ebro)
All these n*ggas so emo
F*ck that n*gga, I'm the motherf*cking sh*t
Another old n*gga on a young n*gga d*ck
N-N-N*ggas tried to say that I was canceled (canceled)
When I asked them questions, couldn't answer
How Ye? How Ye? How, Sway? N*gga it's f*cking-

[Interlude: TrifeDrew]
Yo, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, whoa, whoa, whoa
You cannot say that, bro, c'mon

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
She want me, I ain't want her, ooh
She want me to be her boo
You so silly, don't get it confused
Now turn around, drop it low, pick it up, ooh
Big bank, we gettin' paid over here
Broke n*ggas, go stand over there
Fake ass hoes, go meet 'em over there
Little booties, they ain't matter over here
Now stop