Shooketh/U not ma bro Lyrics

White girl in a Kar-

Do the -dash but 'Ian Kendal

In my feels stuck in my mental

He say I'm exotic, he experimental

Third eye wide, gold in my dental

Fuck him good I make him tremble

I do it rough I do it gentle

Leave me 'lone if you judgmental

Cause boy I got trauma

Daddy issues and I hate my mama

Hit me up if you got a problem

We could link up if you really wanna

These hands talk and we finna solve em

He left his bitch for me because I'm worth it

Pussy turn him to a bad person

Now he eat my coochie out in cursive

I got talent it's in my verses

He say he celibate, I give him urges

A jersey star you can call me Snooki

I take him home he give me nookie

Fuck a thot that boy a rookie

You can never do, what I do,

In the amount of time, that it took me

All these shows wanna book me

Before, now, later, and up next

All these bitches got bad breath

All these hoes be Shooketh...

I get let down

Time and time again

I want a new experience

Looking through a different lens

I ain't one to pretend

I'm in love with who I am

I'm in charge of future tense

I'm in charge of where and when

Bitch I got style

You might catch up but it could take a lil while

We could talk money

Teeth shining when I smile

Teeth shining when I smile

Sometimes I feel so low

Fuck with sneaky hoes now I cannot trust my own

People always tryna jack that they ma bro

They ain't even know

Almost died over a year ago and they ain't even know

No

Almost died over a year ago and they ain't even know

NO