Hurt Songtext
I make niggas pay attention
Got em hoping praying wishin’
Always liking every picture
Had to block him he was tripping
I got bitches in they feelings
I don’t see no competition
All that hating just ridiculous You might need a doctors visit
Is you hurt? (Bitch you turnt)
Cuz I’m turnt
Is you hurt?
Got em hoping praying wishin’
Always liking every picture
Had to block him he was tripping
I got bitches in they feelings
I don’t see no competition
All that hating just ridiculous You might need a doctors visit
Is you hurt? (Bitch you turnt)
Cuz I’m turnt
Is you hurt?
Cuz I’m turnt
This’ll hurt
Cuz I’m turnt
Is you hurt?
Cuz I’m turnt
Yo Google history I know I’m in yo search
I can’t do no 10 a hour for No work I know my worth
Hoe see me first thing they think I wanna be like her
Y’all my kids every month I’m giving birth
Time to burp
Lotta hoes shitty cuz I’m pretty litty and I’m rich
So I don’t show no pitty you a lil itty bitty bitch
Pull up in yo city best believe that glizzy in the whip
Yo man wanna lick on me yea he love these titties and these hips
I’m yo dreams I’m yo goals I’m a boss
I’m yo worst nightmare one of you hoes piss me off
Hurt a bitch soul leave fucking hole in her heart
Quick to finish beef like who tf told her to start
I make niggas pay attention Got em hoping praying wishin’
Always liking every picture
Had to block him he was tripping
I got bitches in they feelings
I don’t see no competition
All that hating just ridiculous You might need a doctors visit
Is you hurt? (Bitch you turnt)
Cuz I’m turnt
Is you hurt?
Cuz I’m turnt
This’ll hurt
Cuz I’m turnt
Is you hurt?
Cuz I’m turnt
Honestly ya’ll bitches got me fucked up
Cause I’m slapping bitches with a Chanel bag because I’m Pap Chanel bitch
Stepping on bitches with red bottom Louis Vuitton all of the shit that you can’t afford
Stick my foot so far up yo ass it come out yo mouth
This’ll hurt
Cuz I’m turnt
Is you hurt?
Cuz I’m turnt
Yo Google history I know I’m in yo search
I can’t do no 10 a hour for No work I know my worth
Hoe see me first thing they think I wanna be like her
Y’all my kids every month I’m giving birth
Time to burp
Lotta hoes shitty cuz I’m pretty litty and I’m rich
So I don’t show no pitty you a lil itty bitty bitch
Pull up in yo city best believe that glizzy in the whip
Yo man wanna lick on me yea he love these titties and these hips
I’m yo dreams I’m yo goals I’m a boss
I’m yo worst nightmare one of you hoes piss me off
Hurt a bitch soul leave fucking hole in her heart
Quick to finish beef like who tf told her to start
I make niggas pay attention Got em hoping praying wishin’
Always liking every picture
Had to block him he was tripping
I got bitches in they feelings
I don’t see no competition
All that hating just ridiculous You might need a doctors visit
Is you hurt? (Bitch you turnt)
Cuz I’m turnt
Is you hurt?
Cuz I’m turnt
This’ll hurt
Cuz I’m turnt
Is you hurt?
Cuz I’m turnt
Honestly ya’ll bitches got me fucked up
Cause I’m slapping bitches with a Chanel bag because I’m Pap Chanel bitch
Stepping on bitches with red bottom Louis Vuitton all of the shit that you can’t afford
Stick my foot so far up yo ass it come out yo mouth
