Mimosas & Marys

{Hook}
Creme brûlée and cigarettes but I’m not a smoker
Around your neck like a choker
I got goons like The Joker
Popping like Coca-Cola
Bittersweet like chocola
I got all the right cards and I don’t even play poker
Slinging around spears like my first name was Aries
Brunch with all of the berries
Act like I’m licensed to carry
I got walk in closets with the options that vary
I got styles but no Harry
Drinking mimosas and marys

{Verse 1}
Line my snowflakes I mean feminist witches
You ain’t never seen a gang of more feminine bitches
Magic pussy power running deeper than ditches
Slapping all these hoes on their ass with the switches
Faggots throwing shots, I can tell by the swishes
And I know a hoes and, they're down with the blitzes
'Cause her frontal lace boxy and her beat ain’t vicious
Homemade crop tops, bootleg K Swiss'
Cash in my sights when I aim for the riches
And when I’m finished eating good they're gonna do my dishes
Telling bedtime fables, yes the bitch is fictitious
Only kinda floss they popping is that shit from the dentist
Is that my name in your mouth, that you're biting and gritting
Ninth ward soldier? Am I supposed to be shitting
Snap chat catfishing
Wannabe vixen
Wanna be down so bad, baby girl, yeast itching

{Hook}
Creme brûlée and cigarettes but I’m not a smoker
Around your neck like a choker
I got goons like The Joker
Popping like Coca-Cola
Bittersweet like chocola
I got all the right cards and I don’t even play poker
Slinging around spears like my first name was Aries
Brunch with all of the berries
Act like I’m licensed to carry
I got walk in closets with the options that vary
I got styles but no Harry
Drinking mimosas and marys

{Verse 2}
Bitches talking shit and I know I got them vexed
Wait my iPhone's chirping, just got a text from your ex
He tryna pull up wondering when he's gonna see me next
But I stopped fucking with him for this hombre named Felix
Give my name some respect
Say it with your v-neck
No charm on his chest
But you hoes are "v hexed"
I can’t help it that your nigga think I’m the best
But I don’t want him, I just wanna see a check
Keep it real for no rhyme or reason
Charging all these phony broads out here for treason
Bitches throwing shade don’t know their ABC's
Got the nerve to spill the tea, can’t count past eighty-three
Aquarium tease on every cancer season
I’m not a fan of cold weather, but I like to be freezing
While you hoes working, just know that I’m eating
They call me cunt queen, I got you bum hoes tweaking

{Hook}
Creme brûlée and cigarettes but I’m not a smoker
Around your neck like a choker
I got goons like The Joker
Popping like Coca-Cola
Bittersweet like chocola
I got all the right cards and I don’t even play poker
Slinging around spears like my first name was Aries
Brunch with all of the berries
Act like I’m licensed to carry
I got walk in closets with the options that vary
I got styles but no Harry
Drinking mimosas and marys