Over Cooked

Song

Over Cooked

Bhad Bhabie · Over Cooked · 2025 · 2:19

Lyrics

Bitch you want my life, you want the dick I get You wanna worship the ground I walk on 'Cause you idolize me bitch Get it right or don't get it at all Oh, you mad 'cause you want him (want him) And ain't get nothin'? (ain't get nothin') But you love him? this bitch a dummy (haha) Oh, you want him And ain't get nothin'? (ain't get nothin') This bitch stupid, thought I was 'bout to get mad and dump him (never) This bitch dumb and a slut for no reason, get some money Talkin' 'bout me? bitch, you broke I done ran it up a hunnid, yeah New car, new crib, type of bitch make him spend cash on it New lips, new tits, new waist, bitch look bad, don't she? Backstabbin' ass lil' bitch Can't wait to crash you bitch When I get my hands on a bitch Make her look like a brand new bitch (ah ha) Go and ask daddy for some money Everybody know that's how you get it (ah ha) Everybody know this bitch weird Everybody know that I'm the biggest Hatin' ass hoe tried steal my baby daddy Fuckin' on-, and-, got you pregnant Tried to play me close, backdoor me, seen it comin' Did all that for nothin', bitch, he still gon' come right back Oh, you mad 'cause you want him And ain't get nothin'? (ain't get nothin'?) But you love him? (but you love him?) This bitch a dummy Oh, you want him (oh you want him) And ain't get nothin'? This bitch stupid, thought I was 'bout to get mad and dump him (never) Gotta watch them type of bitches, always in somebody man face Want everything I got Even wanna know how my pussy taste Everything I know is gettin' rich, I feel like 50, bitch Platinum, I got gold plaques With me like I'm Britney, bitch Five cars, three mansions, these bitches can't keep up (can never) Ten million, twenty million, stop countin' Gettin' too much (gettin' too much) Why would I compete with a weird bitch that just get fucked? (why would I?) Keep lyin', keep talkin', keep tweetin' 'til she get touched Oh, you mad 'cause you want him (you bitches don't like me) And ain't get nothin'? (you bitches wanna be me) But you love him? this bitch a dummy Oh, you want him (bitch you've been idolizing me) And ain't get nothin'? (since I was hanging with your brother) This bitch stupid, thought I was 'bout to get mad and dump him You're such an airhead dummy, bitch You can't put your lawyers on me 'Cause everything I say is factual Everything I say is the truth You need daddy's money to fuck with me More like step mommy's money 'Cause I got more money than your daddy little girl

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