Oh you think you're worth all the fuss?
You think a b*tch is settled like the dust, but I'm outta here
There's not a man on earth that I trust
You can keep the image of my bu*t as a souvenir
Unfortunately, you made the mistake of underestimating me
Coulda, shoulda, woulda, but you did it
It's a therapist you need
Could, shoulda, woulda, fu*k it
Little boy, who you think you're talking to?
Please don't think that the sex is gonna cloud my view
'Cause I'm done tolerating bullsh*t
Give you my love and you don't know what to do with it
Little boy, who you, who you think you're talking to?
Please don't think that the sex is gonna cloud my view
'Cause I'm done tolerating bullsh*t
Give you my love and you don't know what to do with it
Women hold the weight of the world
But you still talk down and call me "little girl", I hate that sh*t
It's a "no" if she needs to be coerced
My body's not an object or dessert, I am not your b*tch
I am not your b*tch, wanna see me switch
Get psycho like they say I am
Scared of me, you flinch
I don't need your inches, ya'll in my mentions
I feel fu*kboy rich, think you're slick
I burn bridges quick
I won't sacrifice my humanity, sanity for the dick, I won't
Unfortunately, you made the mistake of underestimating me
Coulda, shoulda, woulda, but you did it
It's a therapist you need
Could, shoulda, woulda, fu*k it
Little boy, who you think you're talking to?
Please don't think that the sex is gonna cloud my view
'Cause I'm done tolerating bullsh*t
Give you my love and you don't know what to do with it
Little boy, who you, who you think you're talking to?
Please don't think that the sex is gonna cloud my view
'Cause I'm done tolerating bullsh*t
Give you my love and you don't know what to do with it
Little boy, who you, who you think you're talking to?
Who you think you're talking to?
Little boy, who, who you think you're talking to?
Who you think you're talking to?
(Hey, Grandpa, drop the beat)