Bittersweet July

Honey dip, honey dip, honey dip You could be my honey dip, my honey dip Watch me make my money flip ooh yeah baby I can be your real girl, fuckin around in this fake world, this fake world And you could be my best friend, My best friend Or you could

[Intro:] Turn it up turn it up Turn it turn it turn it up [Verse:] The sky is purple, I'm runnin' on turbo I got 20 fake bitches that I drive in a circle And stay away from, I'm gonna get my make-up In a rich sense, not the pig sense My flow makes tr

You want me you want me You want me you want me These bitches is phonie Bitches bologna I just got salami We came for the honey The money you dummy Its stuck in our tummies We touchin the city Crushin the city And fuckin tha city You want me you want