

Prompt / Lyrics
Bitches wanna be me it feels so sweet. They literally replicate, head to feet. They try to fuck with me, they wanna defeat. But they get mad when I hit them to the beat. I turn up and I let them feel that heat. They tryna eat me like a guy with big meat. I plot, get revenge aint that neat? They really mad when I hit them to the beat. Copy, paste. Copy, paste. Copy, paste. What a lame, don’t play not games, what a waste. Copy, paste. Copy, paste. Copy, paste. What a lame, don’t play not games, what a waste. Bitch! How it feel to know that you ain’t real? They really look at me to devour me like a meal. Bitches talking but they never do no walking. But they got energy to plot and do that stalking. Why oh, oh why, oh, why, oh why, oh why? Why these bitches always have to go and lie? I just really wanna have a ride or die. And together we get to the bag, we’re on a high. ‘ Copy, paste. Copy, paste. Copy, paste. What a lame, don’t play not games, what a waste. Copy, paste. Copy, paste. Copy, paste. What a lame, don’t play not games, what a waste! Hit them to the beat. Hit them to the beat. The only thing I know is to end it and defeat. Hit them to the beat. Hit them to the beat. The only thing I know is to end it and defeat. Copy, paste. Copy, paste. Copy, paste. What a lame, don’t play not games, what a waste. Copy, paste. Copy, paste. Copy, paste. What a lame, don’t play not games, what a waste! Be original darling….original!
Tags
rap, hip hop, slowed down, trap, trap soul, type beat, black female voice
2:03
No
11/17/2025