Wicked Witch Of The West Lyrics

This hoe lying

This hoe treeshing

On my momma, got me

On my momma, got me

This hoe ly- Whoa!

This hoe lying, this hoe!

Tell me how you really feeling

This hoe lying

This hoe treeshing

On my momma

Got me tweaking

Ain't one nigga, it's bout three 'em

Buy this fabric, sow it, reap it

Why you faking?

On my Jesus

Man I'm done with all this weak shit

I tried to be respectful, found out how you really see it.

Said when she see me, she see me, huh

You're gon' see me on your TV, huh

Said you've been single three years but been with that man for four? (Huh)

I don't wanna be cool no more

I don't even wanna be cool no more

Shouldn't have let you in the studio

You ain't deserve all them sushi rolls

I wanna burn the bridge way down, hmm

I wanna burn the bridge way down, hmm

Used to commend the fake out (Blossom)

Knew the truth would come and break out

Ain't want me to put your name out, uh

Got me real good like that takeout, huh

Wicked witch of the west (Wicked witch of the west)

Wicked witch of the west (Wicked witch of the west)

Who's the third nigga you ain't bring to Moment's shoot?

Crazy the new shit I know 'bout you

You was talking 'bout me all the time, but ain't want me to have a convo 'bout you

You aint want your lies to collide

She said leave me 'lone, you denied

We was still talking, your truth a lie

Made it seem like you was confused

You was talking to a dude on side

Now you got my whole 'tude on dime

You tried to keep your hoes in line

You ain't want that shit you do online

It was love when your ride was broken down

Now it's fixed and you turned cold as ice

Helped you with your clothes,

Now I'm exposing you, it's folding time

I wouldn't throw shit in your face if you aint tell no lies to mine

Was 'bout to build that resume and help you with your 9-5

You're laid up with some man while telling me be patient,

In time you'll try to open up, you know you fucked up, now you seen your lies arise

Like why you lying?

If you was player, you'd be honest 'bout it

If you was straight 'bout you and Benz

A nigga wouldn't be talking 'bout it

You fucking with three men at once, that shit's what's got me fried about it

I said as long as ain't no other niggas, I would be nice about it

Lent shorty my car, now I'm real sick that you was riding round it

Bet you had that nigga in my shit, straight up just lying 'bout it

What you tell him? "Just your friend"?

I'm just in here dying 'bout it

Evil laugh, you got me pissed as hell, there ain't no crying 'bout it

If you was straight up, I would've helped you with no lines about it

Wouldn't give no signs about it, wouldn't put no hype around it

It would've stayed in closed doors, but now, girl, I'm outside about it

You thought you was player, now this whole tape, I got time about it

This hoe lying

This hoe treeshing

On my momma

Got me tweaking

Ain't one nigga, it's 'bout three em

Buy this fabric, sow it, reap it

Why you faking?

On my Jesus

Man I'm done with all that weak shit

I tried to be respectful, found out how you really feeling