Kidz Bop by TheSojuQueen Lyrics
Dressed like a devil
But pure as an angel
Had him obsessing
Cause u thought i'm perfect
My innocent can't have it
Cause u are a peasant
I never been ur mama
So stop whining wah wah
Youre too immature
Dont understand no words
I dont conversate
Already cracked the plate
And
Bitch get out my face
Youre already too late
Desperation a bad taste
U be petty & salty
Stop making me worry
When u ain't in no hurry
To make an effort sorry
Ur life fucked up its gnarly
Ur gibby i'm icarly
Ur hurlеy and i'm john locke
So jealous that u gotta step on
Evеryone to get to the top
Im hip hop and ur kidz bop
Hoe do not approach me
Boi think he is gangsta
All i see is bitch and loser
Boi i been a winner
No i dont need sinners
I drink bombay saphire
While i eat my winner dinner
Put his head in the oven
Then i sit back and lick my finger
No i dont need no goal keeper
Kicked him out like it was fifa
U knew that i didn't need ya
So u kept on sayin forever
U a tramp tattoo
That i went and got removed
Bitch i am bulletproof
Im real and these bitches spoofs
Ditched his ass
And now he alone playing
Blues clues
Ima reach the finish line
While all these rappers
Takin a snooze
Adios and toodleloo i'm running
Through ur drive thru
U'll die high my stacks high
Got 3 eyes yea goodnight
The money waitin for me
Goodbye hoe ima live life
But pure as an angel
Had him obsessing
Cause u thought i'm perfect
My innocent can't have it
Cause u are a peasant
I never been ur mama
So stop whining wah wah
Youre too immature
Dont understand no words
I dont conversate
Already cracked the plate
And
Bitch get out my face
Youre already too late
Desperation a bad taste
U be petty & salty
Stop making me worry
When u ain't in no hurry
To make an effort sorry
Ur life fucked up its gnarly
Ur gibby i'm icarly
Ur hurlеy and i'm john locke
So jealous that u gotta step on
Evеryone to get to the top
Im hip hop and ur kidz bop
Hoe do not approach me
Boi think he is gangsta
All i see is bitch and loser
Boi i been a winner
No i dont need sinners
I drink bombay saphire
While i eat my winner dinner
Put his head in the oven
Then i sit back and lick my finger
No i dont need no goal keeper
Kicked him out like it was fifa
U knew that i didn't need ya
So u kept on sayin forever
U a tramp tattoo
That i went and got removed
Bitch i am bulletproof
Im real and these bitches spoofs
Ditched his ass
And now he alone playing
Blues clues
Ima reach the finish line
While all these rappers
Takin a snooze
Adios and toodleloo i'm running
Through ur drive thru
U'll die high my stacks high
Got 3 eyes yea goodnight
The money waitin for me
Goodbye hoe ima live life