INTERNET

[Chorus: Lizzo] Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? [Verse 1: Lizzo] I like the 'net when the 'net like me I like the checks when the checks like me I give him neck and I suck that D Girl, what you want from Mickey D's? Fuck up the tempo, one, two, three Still streaming "Tempo" with Missy I got a temper, I need sleep I got an attitude, need to eat I look so good when I grit my teeth Invisalign, bitch, I'ma fix my teeth Up in the club, come and sit by me We talkin' shit, come and sip some tea Kind of a bitch, low-key, high-key That's kind of funny, kikiki I hate the internet, I love the internet Peruse the internet from time to time Is it October yet? Is it December yet? I got the ho-ho-hoes on my mind Sexy and heavy-set, wearin' the Heatherette Haven't seen Heatherette since '09 That boy a terrorist, very nefarious He blow the pussy up every time [Chorus: Lizzo] Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? (Every time) Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? (Every time) Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? Wanna fuck with a bitch like me? [Verse 2: Tierra Whack] I'ma land now, boys, I'm a land mine, boys I just bought a plain Jane, I'ma land, my boys I could put your ass to sleep like I am white noise Oh, you wanna parlay with them franchise boys Like a kid in a store, yeah, my hand got toys All I do is speak the truth, they can't stand my voice Think your man like, think your man like boys I be shinin' like the sun, you get a tan line, boys Every season is the summer when you're hot like me Man, I draw with the pen, you can't jot like me You say you gettin' money but not like me Your flow's so sick, it sound a lot like me You want beef? I bought spatulas, to me, your life is fatuous They tipped the hats off 'cause they know they can't camp with us I eat a weak rapper, should be glad I ate a maximus And if you're lookin' for some real scholars, you should ask for us, Whack [Outro: Lizzo] Put me on your network, baby My net worth goin' crazy Don't be starin' at me blankly Gen Z or Boomer, baby Would you like to add some bacon? Sorry, not today, Satan Aren't you bitches tired of hatin'? Sorry, not today, Satan