Little Boy

Oh you think you're worth all the fuss? You think a bitch is settled like the dust, but I'm outta here There's not a man on earth that I trust You can keep the image of my butt as a souvenir Unfortunately, you made the mistake of underestimating me Coulda, shoulda, woulda, but you did it, aha It's a therapist you need Could, shoulda, woulda, fuck it Little boy, who you think you're talking to? Please don't think that the sex is gonna cloud my view 'Cause I'm done tolerating bullshit Give you my love and you don't know what to do with it Little boy, who you, who you think you're talking to? Please don't think that the sex is gonna cloud my view 'Cause I'm done tolerating bullshit Give you my love and you don't know what to do with it Women hold the weight of the world But you still talk down and call me, "Little girl", I hate that shit It's a "no" if she needs to be coerced My body's not an object or dessert, I am not your bitch I am not your bitch, wanna see me switch Get psycho, like they say I am Scared of me, you flinch I don't need your inches, ya'll in my mentions I feel fuckboy rich, think you're slick I burn bridges quick I won't sacrifice my humanity, sanity for the dick, I won't Unfortunately, you made the mistake of underestimating me Coulda, shoulda, woulda, but you did it, aha It's a therapist you need Could, shoulda, woulda, fuck it Little boy, who you think you're talking to? Please don't think that the sex is gonna cloud my view 'Cause I'm done tolerating bullshit Give you my love and you don't know what to do with it Little boy, who you, who you think you're talking to? Please don't think that the sex is gonna cloud my view 'Cause I'm done tolerating bullshit Give you my love and you don't know what to do with it Little boy, who you, who you think you're talking to? Who you think you're talking to? Little boy, who, who you think you're talking to? Who you think you're talking to? (Hey, Grandpa, drop the beat)