Ripley (Can You Believe it?)

[Intro] Uh, excuse me What? What song are you listening right now on the phone? I can't hear you W-what song are you listening on the phone? Oh, Poot Poot Pearl Duh [Verse 1] Pussy like Santa Fat and keeps giving It’s thrilling The life I’m living From the bar to the club To your boyfriends crib There hasn’t been a day Where I didn’t win Yes, I’m that bitch And some people don’t like that Just cause they can’t Have their man back I can’t help that my pussy’s like glue And it happened to stick to your man and his crew Move over Got coneflower tits, not clovers Lights are off when my man is over Not your man, he’s mine We’re closer Not your man, he’s mine We’re closer [verse 2] All I hear is squeak squeak squeak When you speak Baby kiss my cheek Mwa, that’s tres chic Let the song speak for yourself: you reek That’s my critique Hate’s what you seek Yes i’m so sleek Watch the crowd shriek Take a peek, take a peek I’m at my peak When you’re so weak Your years rent I can make in a week I didn’t lie I’m the one to beat You look so beat Well, ain't that sweet A girl like me’s unique Sent from heaven But i’m a freak in the sheets [verse 3] Pussy in the top 1 percent Living in a dream That i once dreamt Can't even count all the money ive spent Don’t even get me started on the amount i’ve lent Pussy like a hallway Your man walks down it Ain’t no frownin’ When that dude slide down it And this pussy bald I millie bobby browned it When i let it free All the boys surround it Am i on man vs food? Cause my pussy’s always ate Dudes lined up at my door We don’t need a first date Boobs big Ass fat I’m built like an 8 But i look like a 10 [verse 4] Need a dick like the big ben (ben) When fakes ask how i’ve been Im like you’ve known me like since when? (when) Don’t act like you’re a friend Cause i’m tryna keep my zen (zen) And don’t mess with my pen (pen) I’m more than just a trend (trend) I got bars they can’t comprehend All my clones will just pretend I’m in everyone’s conversation They all wanna know who I’m datin’ But bitch im taken (taken) Your mom’s house is my destination [interlude: Poot Poot Pear, Brittany Seville] Oh no, you didn’t Oh yes, she did Oh no, you didn’t Oh yes, she did Oh no, you didn’t Oh yes, she did Oh no, you didn’t Oh yes, she did [verse 5] Back arched like Prince William’s hairline Pussy bald like Fantano’s head You already know that my kitty is sublime Cause right now I’m in your man’s bed Super bowl lipo It’s my time To show y’all why I’m one of a kind (one of a kind) If you don’t know then you’re behind Roblox woman is what I define [bridge] All this ass, can you believe it? All these stacks, can you believe it? My big fat rack, can you believe it? Ripley, can you believe it? Top of the charts, can you believe it? Make the best art, can you believe it? Got simps like bart, can you believe it? Ripley, can you believe it? Smoking looks, can you believe it? Got private cooks, can you believe it? I’m in the books, can you believe it? Ripley, can you believe it? I’m what they want, can you believe it? I’m serving cunt, can you believe it? Mansion lakefront, can you believe it? Oh honey, you believe it (duh) [Verse 1] Pussy like Santa Fat and keeps giving It’s thrilling The life I’m living From the bar to the club To your boyfriends crib There hasn’t been a day Where I didn’t win Yes, I’m that bitch And some people don’t like that Just cause they can’t Have their man back I can’t help that my pussy’s like glue And it happened to stick to your man and his crew Move over Got coneflower tits, not clovers Lights are off when my man is over Not your man, he’s mine We’re closer Not your man, he’s mine We’re closer [verse 2] All I hear is squeak squeak squeak When you speak Baby kiss my cheek Mwa, that’s tres chic Let the song speak for yourself: you reek That’s my critique Hate’s what you seek