"Postmates" lyrics
(feat. Urban Tee)
I'm a bad bitch and I stamped it
These hoes sell they soul, ship them out to a FedEx
He love when I would [?] so I spread it
I make 'ha hit that holla but he home 'cause I fed it
And if he think he fuckin', hopes too high, imma next it
He think I like rich niggas, I'm like duh, but you guessed it
She jumpin' dick to dick but got no funds, don't respect it
When he lick his lips, he taste my chocolate, he lean
Imma knock him off his feet 'cause I'm his baddest, baby, breathe (Damn)
Unless he take me shoppin', throw a fit for no reason (no reason)
Know a nigga nasty, he would hit it while I'm bleedin' (Ay)
Imma ride it, he gon' hit it in the back 'cause I'm on go
Bae, I'm red, but he so green, don't give a fuck about my flow
[?] bitch, I'm like who, ho
He knock me up, I kick the door
Stand on business, hit the floor
Throwin' fits, come catch yo ho
Nicest coochie with the meanest mug, come sit me out my attitude (Out my attitude)
Bitches act confused, but I'm the reason why he mad at you
[?] when I pop out on hoes like Peek-a-boo
Money callin', that's my cue
When I step, I make it move
I'm a bad bitch and I stamped it
These hoes sell they soul, ship them out to a FedEx
He love when I would [?] so I spread it
I make 'ha hit that holla but he home 'cause I fed it
And if he think he fuckin', hopes too high, imma next it
He think I like rich niggas, I'm like duh, but you guessed it
She jumpin' dick to dick but got no funds, don't respect it
[?] better not catch you slippin', 'cause the bag, I collect it
She better not act smart, smack a bitch who tryna test me
If a nigga playin' in my face, then just arrest me
Keep my Glockiana with me, that's my [?] bestie
Niggas always double back, they like "Tee, why you left me?"
Niggas wanna lay me down, can't solve me like no puzzle
Every time my bitches wanna feud, then make 'em huddle
I just make her nigga do the work, don't move a muscle
Smile I'm that bitch, on his face I left a puddle (Ah-ha)
I'm a bad bitch and I stamped it
These hoes sell they soul, ship them out to a FedEx
He love when I would [?] so I spread it
I make 'ha hit that holla but he home 'cause I fed it
And if he think he fuckin', hopes too high, imma next it
He think I like rich niggas, I'm like duh, but you guessed it
She jumpin' dick to dick but got no funds, don't respect it
[?] better not catch you slippin', 'cause the bag, I collect it
These hoes sell they soul, ship them out to a FedEx
He love when I would [?] so I spread it
I make 'ha hit that holla but he home 'cause I fed it
And if he think he fuckin', hopes too high, imma next it
He think I like rich niggas, I'm like duh, but you guessed it
She jumpin' dick to dick but got no funds, don't respect it
When he lick his lips, he taste my chocolate, he lean
Imma knock him off his feet 'cause I'm his baddest, baby, breathe (Damn)
Unless he take me shoppin', throw a fit for no reason (no reason)
Know a nigga nasty, he would hit it while I'm bleedin' (Ay)
Imma ride it, he gon' hit it in the back 'cause I'm on go
Bae, I'm red, but he so green, don't give a fuck about my flow
[?] bitch, I'm like who, ho
He knock me up, I kick the door
Stand on business, hit the floor
Throwin' fits, come catch yo ho
Nicest coochie with the meanest mug, come sit me out my attitude (Out my attitude)
Bitches act confused, but I'm the reason why he mad at you
[?] when I pop out on hoes like Peek-a-boo
Money callin', that's my cue
When I step, I make it move
I'm a bad bitch and I stamped it
These hoes sell they soul, ship them out to a FedEx
He love when I would [?] so I spread it
I make 'ha hit that holla but he home 'cause I fed it
And if he think he fuckin', hopes too high, imma next it
He think I like rich niggas, I'm like duh, but you guessed it
She jumpin' dick to dick but got no funds, don't respect it
[?] better not catch you slippin', 'cause the bag, I collect it
She better not act smart, smack a bitch who tryna test me
If a nigga playin' in my face, then just arrest me
Keep my Glockiana with me, that's my [?] bestie
Niggas always double back, they like "Tee, why you left me?"
Niggas wanna lay me down, can't solve me like no puzzle
Every time my bitches wanna feud, then make 'em huddle
I just make her nigga do the work, don't move a muscle
Smile I'm that bitch, on his face I left a puddle (Ah-ha)
I'm a bad bitch and I stamped it
These hoes sell they soul, ship them out to a FedEx
He love when I would [?] so I spread it
I make 'ha hit that holla but he home 'cause I fed it
And if he think he fuckin', hopes too high, imma next it
He think I like rich niggas, I'm like duh, but you guessed it
She jumpin' dick to dick but got no funds, don't respect it
[?] better not catch you slippin', 'cause the bag, I collect it
