Rollin’ up in heels like daggers,
Lip gloss poppin’ — flexin’ swagger.
Name on the list, but you didn’t get in,
Still actin’ like you run the kitchen.
Champagne breath and a side of spite,
Lookin’ like trouble in LED light.
Caviar dreams with a TikTok twist,
Sayin’ "Hawk Tuah" when you blow that kiss.
You pull up with a Birkin and a whole lotta nerve,
Actin’ like your daddy owns half the earth.
Your vibe’s so loud I can’t even relax,
Like a shark attack in a velvet tracksuit snack.
You taste like a bougie bitch — rich with a side of mean,
Like a poolside fight in a movie scene.
All bite, no chill, got me fallin' back,
You're drama in Dior — shark attack!
Hawk Tuah!
Lip gloss whip, no shame in that,
Hawk Tuah!
She spit and you feel the smack.
You taste like a bougie bitch — I ain’t mad at that,
But baby you're a whole damn snack — shark attack.
You got that Prada pout and petty game,
Sippin’ oat milk lattes with pink champagne.
Talk sweet — but your words got fangs,
Drippin’ like drip with them iced-out bangs.
Told the DJ play your song three times,
Then threw a tantrum when it didn’t climb.
You post quotes like you're deep in Zen,
But you're messier than my last ex’s friends.
You're high-class chaos in a glitter dress,
Got gold-plated ego and a Gucci mess.
Like a tiger in heels, I ain’t lookin’ back,
You love like a riptide — shark attack.
You taste like a bougie bitch — rich with a side of mean,
Like a poolside fight in a movie scene.
All bite, no chill, got me fallin' back,
You're drama in Dior — shark attack!
Hawk Tuah!
Lip gloss whip, no shame in that,
Hawk Tuah!
She spit and you feel the smack.
You taste like a bougie bitch — I ain’t mad at that,
But baby you're a whole damn snack — shark attack.
She got nails like claws, glitter in her tracks,
Lip fillers pop like bubble wrap.
She bite, she kiss, she hawk tuah spit —
But you still go back for a lil’ more hit.
You taste like a bougie bitch — wild with a fancy swing,
A nightmare wrapped in designer bling.
All bite, no chill, got me fallin' back,
You're chaos in a clutch — shark attack.
Hawk Tuah!
She spit and you feel the slap,
Hawk Tuah!
Like perfume and a panic attack.
You taste like a bougie bitch — now that's a fact,
And I’m hooked like prey in a shark attack.
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