IDC ft. Dirty Soda Dakota Lyrics

Ehhhhhhhhhhhh

(Getta beats)

Bitch I don't

Bitch I don't care anymore (Bitch) wut

Bitch

Bitch

Bitch

Damn son where'd you find this?

Lil bitch I don't care anymore

I took ya bitch now she ain't even yours (Wat)

You was running your mouth Now you Layin on the floor (Damn)

They gone run thru your pockets

Then run out the door

What else can I say when it rains then it pours

This is Christian Dior

I don't wear Michael kors (Bitch)

I serve jays out the Porsche

I don't sit on the porch

I feel like Carmelo

When he played for New York

My girl mad I'm sipping lean I told that hoe shut up (Hoe shut up)

I just wanna fuck stupid bitch I ain't your lover (What)

I got stars above my head Baby I feel just like Stunna (Blrrrrr)

And Imm still of the Xanax im sorry if I stutta (Ayyyyyyy)

Bitch what the fuck I don't Care what you say (hoe)

I gotta Prada on my body Hoe I'm High all fucking day (Bitch)

Don't ask me for no front get the fuck out my face (Bitch)

And If he got a problem we gone find where he stay

Lil bitch I don't care anymore

I took ya bitch now she ain't even yours (What)

You was running your mouth

Now you Layin on the floor (Damn)

They gone run thru your pockets

Then run out the door

What else can I say when it rains then it pours

This is Christian Dior

I don't wear Michael kors (Bitch)

I serve jays out the Porsche

I don't sit on the porch

I feel like Carmelo

When he played for New York

My girl mad I'm sippin lean I told that hoe shut up (Hoe shut up)