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[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