Lizzo - My Face Hurts from Smiling Album Lyrics

Lizzo - My Face Hurts from Smiling Lyrics

Crashout
Yitty on Yo Tittys (Freestyle)
Just 4 Fun
Gotcho Bitch
Still Cant Fuh
New Mistakes
Bend It Ova
LeftRight
Droppin On It
Summa Shit
IRL
Cut Em Off
Ditto

Crashout

When I get up out this motherf*ckin' shit I'm goin' through right now, bitch
I'm not lettin' no ho breathe around me, I promise you, bitch
You hoes had enough time to get y'allself together, bitch
Bitch, I'm mad, bitch, I'm pissed off
Bitch, f*ck everybody who did anything
Bitch, I'm steppin' on you hoes' necks and I'm comin' for everything, bitch
I'm comin' for everything, ho, but just to let you know, bitch
It's a whole different type of bitch that's comin'
Ha, I'm comin'
Ah, I'm comin', bitch, uh (Talk your shit, bitch)
It's a whole different type of bitch that's comin'

Lizzy, Lizzy, why you got the girlies pussy poppin'? (Yeah)
Cleanin' up all of this money, it look like we moppin'
You know I'm reppin' Houston, I bе screwin', I be choppin' (H-Town, ho)
I be goin' through thе bullshit, turn it to a boppin'
Brand-new bitches on the team
Put some big-bag bitches on your screen (Big-bag, ho)
What's your problem, ho? Why you mad at me? (Mad at me, ho)
Why y'all never, never listen to a thing? (Ba-ba-ba-baow)
Aw man, they just mad 'cause I got motion like a roller coaster
Man, every nigga and his mama got a Lizzo poster (Yeah)
She doin' interviews about me, I don't even know her
While all these bitches sittin' mad, I'm out here bending over

We outside, ho (Bitch)
We outside, ho
We outside
We outside, ho
We outside, ho
It's a whole (Yeah) different (Yeah) type of (Yeah) bitch that's (Yeah) comin'

We outside, don't care what none of these bitches talkin' 'bout
I kicked her nigga out my section, he was fannin' out
One more shot of this tequila, I'll be crashin' out
I need my ass ate, that's why I got my ass out
All the girlies got new niggas, keep upgradin', twin
City girls up ten, bitch, a win's a win
I hit my bitch up like, "What's poppin' later? Drop the pin" (Yeah)
"I think this white boy tryna f*ck, he think he Johnny Sins" (Okay)
OMG girl, I got seventy-one mil'
I don't like talkin' 'bout how much I got, these girls gettin' they feels
Man, these new niggas be hatin' hoes, goddamn, get in the field
Always payin' attention to what I got, motherf*cker, pay some bills

We outside, ho
We outside, ho
We outside
We outside, ho
We outside, ho
We outside
We outside, ho (We outside)
We outside, ho (We outside)
We outside
We outside, ho (We outside)
We outside, ho (We outside)
We outside

Bitch, I'm steppin', bitch
You ent- if it's too much shade for you
Bitch, if I shine too much motherf*ckin' bright for you hoes
Get the f*ck out my f*ckin' way, bitch
You ain't supposed to be in my energy
You hoes can't sit with me
That's why y'all try to do everything to bring a bitch f*ckin' down
And you know what? A bitch is down
But you know a bitch don't stay down for long, ho
And I'm tellin' you, when I come up out this isolation, bitch
I'm not playin', I'm comin' for everything

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Yitty on Yo Tittys (Freestyle)

[Lizzo & Gutter]
(Scram, bam, don't we do it big?)
(And we iced like a food cup, weed gets it in)
(Tell 'em, wham, bam, dog, we the sh- , Zaytoven)
(And we right hand cookin' and we know to flip the grill, tell 'em) Yeah, hahahahahahaha

[Lizzo]
Bitch, it's Lizzo, call me Lizzy
I been fat and I been skinny, bitches still ain't f*ckin' with me (Never, never, never)
Bitch, it's Lizzo, call me Lizzy
I been fat and I been skinny, bitches still ain't f*ckin' with me
Uh, whim, whamie (Whim, whamie)
I put my bitches on, I'm tryna give 'em Grammys
Ah, whim, whamie
Took them bitches off the list, now they can't stand me
F*ck all that beefin', we too pretty
Bitch, it's summer, we outside, put some yitty on your titties (We outside, ho)
What K-Dot say? Take off the foo-foo
How you talkin' shit 'bout me? Can't even outdress my Labubu
Na-na, boo-boo, I go cuckoo, I do ratchet more than you do (Ah, ah)
All my girls just passed your man around, he just got off the choo-choo (Choo-choo)
I'm so over all the drama, all summer, I be shakin' ass, I put that on my mama (On my mama, ho)

[Lizzo & Gutter]
(Scram, bam, don't we do it big?) This what you wanted, ho? Yeah
(And we iced like a food cup, weed gets it in) Then you gon' get it
(Tell 'em, wham, bam, dog, we the sh- ) Yeah, haha
(And we right hand cookin' and we know to flip the grill, tell 'em)

[Lizzo]
Bitch, it's Lizzo, call me Lizzy
I been fat and I been skinny, bitches still ain't f*ckin' with me (I said, BBW)
Bitch, it's Lizzo, I been busy (Who?)
I been fat and I been skinny (Who?), but I always been this pretty, ho
Yeah, I'm a bad lil bit', huh? (Yeah)
Yeah, I've been standin' on business (Ha)
Yeah, a couple hoes done switched up (Bye, bitch)
Tell security that they're not with us (You can't tell?)
Nigga wanna smash real bad, this nigga burnt out (He burnt out)
Never f*cked a big bitch before, I got him turnt out (Yeah)
Turnt out? Turnt out, yeah, bitch, I'm turnt now
All that hatin' y'all was doin' got a bitch up now (Ah-ha)
I woke up to bitches who was prayin' on my downfall
Whoever they was prayin' to ain't listen to 'em at all (Not my God)
Bitch, get off my dick, you're gon' get lockjaw (Baow)
Can't a bitch be rich? Damn, good Lord

[Lizzo & Gutter]
(Scram, bam, don't we do it big?) Woo
(And we iced like a food cup, weed gets it in) All I'm sayin'
(Tell 'em, wham, bam, dog, we the sh- ) Yeah, yeah
(And we right hand cookin' and we know to flip the grill, tell 'em) Damn, damn, don't worry about me, damn, damn
(Scram, bam, don't we do it big?) Yeah, yeah
(And we iced like a food cup, weed gets it in) Damn, damn
(Tell 'em, wham, bam, dog, we the shit) I'm just goin' crazy, tryna tell them
(And we right hand cookin' and we know to flip the grill) Ah, ah, ah, ah

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Just 4 Fun

(Zaytoven)
Yeah

Took your bitch just for fun
Ass so thick from the front
This my shit, turn it up
I'm that bitch, da-da-da (Yeah, yeah)

Me and your bitch playin' pitty-pat (Pitty-pat)
She got a fat ass, nigga, gimme that (Gimme that)
Jamaican boy with the kitty cat (Raow)
Can't take me for idiot (Bozo)
Summertime fine, call me Buttercup (Yeah)
Summertime, I'm 'bout to run it up (Wah)
When I walk by, make him bust a nut (Wah)
He's so easy, what a slut (F*cking slut)
Ooh, wait, he say sit on his face (Hey)
What if you suffocate? (Hey) We just gon' plan a wake (What?)
Wait, wait, the f*ck did you just say?
"Lizzo, you're so demure," well, nigga, not today (Yeah)
I'm tryna blow some candles (Blow), I got a lot of cake (I do)
Lil' mama, mute this part (Shh), I got some shit to say (Yеah)
Your bitch a cutie, got some booty, yeah, I'm feelin' fruity (Mwah)
You shoulda took carе of your girl, you was playin' Call of Duty (Bitch)

Took your bitch just for fun
Ass so thick from the front
This my shit, turn it up
I'm that bitch, da-da-da
Took your bitch just for fun
Ass so thick from the front
This my shit, turn it up
I'm that bitch, da-da-da

Like I said, I'm that bitch, ho (I'm that bitch)
Black truck, ass pokin' out the window (Ah)
You wanna play games, nigga? I'm Nintendo
And if you ain't talkin' 'bout money, no entiendo (No comprendo)
We hoochie-coochie poppin', we get this shit rockin'
And, boy, if you ain't on your job, I'm gon' pull up and clock it
I can't be f*ckin' no bozo, got the head, it was so-so
Pull up to the club, show a little love, tell your nigga, "No photos"

Took your bitch just for fun
Ass so thick from the front
This my shit, turn it up
I'm that bitch, da-da-da
Took your bitch just for fun (Yeah, that's all mine, huh)
Ass so thick from the front (Yeah, that's all mine, huh)
This my shit, turn it up (Ah, bitch, this shit mine, huh)
I'm that bitch, da-da-da (Ah)

I took them bitches off the list, now they can't stand me, haha
Pass that Don and that Julio, it's goin' down

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Gotcho Bitch

[Part I]

Bend your back, now drop that booty to the floor (Ah)
Let's run it, to the floor
What time is it? (Booty time)
What time is it? (Booty time)
What time is it? (Booty, booty, booty time)
(AJ goin' crazy) What time is it? (Booty time)
What time is it? (Booty time)
What time is it? (Booty, booty, booty time)
(ATL Jacob, he a f*ckin' millionaire)

Little disrespectful rich bitch (Rich bitch)
F*ck around, might send your man a outfit (Outfit)
He can't come around unless he send a dick pic
That's that BTS, I'm talkin' big hits
I'm a little ratchet, lil' Beethoven
Twerkin' like I got the beat from Zaytoven (Haha)
When I'm talking about in it, I mean in it (In it)
Face on pretty, when I pull up, make your bitch switch

[Part II]

(Tay Keith, what the f*ck up, nigga?) Let me see you pop them thangs, shake them
To the ground
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Pop them thangs, shake 'em, pop them, pop them thangs, shake them
Pop them, pop them thangs, shake them
Let me see you pop them thangs, shake them
Pop them, pop them thangs, shake them
Let me see you pop them thangs, shake them

Bitch, it's Lizzy in the house
Can't make no noise if you got dick up in your mouth
Born in Detroit, but you know I run the south
Coochie on point, that's why his tongue be out like, "Ah"
I got that shit to make a nigga twist and shout
That's my dick, that's my money, bitch, I need it now
Don't talk shit, shit not funny, bitch, I'm crashing out
I got hits, I sell tickets, bitch, just ask the crowd
Who fell off? Who not poppin'? Ha, Laugh out loud
What are you on about? Hatin' from on the couch
Niggas is mad, niggas is trash, niggas is Oscar grouch (Bitch)
I give a damn, I give a f*ck, I don't do shit for clout
I don't need drama, nigga (What?), I'm puttin' albums out
I made a million, I was just chilling, I ain't even leave the house
Was in my feelings, I needed healing, got a new team around

IG got your bitch (Ah), Lizzo got your bitch (Ah)
Yitty got your bitch (Ah), she gon' post her tits (Ah)
Lizzo got your bitch, Lizzo got your bitch
Lizzo got your bitch, ah, ah
Nicki got your bitch, Doja got your bitch
SZA got your bitch, Cardi got your bitch (Who else?)
JT got your bitch (Who else?), Doechii got your bitch (Who else?)
Latto got your bitch (Who else?), Megan got your bitch (Who else?)
GloRilla got your bitch (Yah), Sexyy got your bitch (Yah)
Man, you niggas ain't shit, we just getting rich (Bitch)

[Verse 2]
Do somethin' if you wanna do somethin'
If you gon' do somethin', bet you won't do nothin', uh
Keep it funky, yeah, I'm still a lil' chunky
It don't matter what I weigh, I bet the hoes still love me, uh
Sheesh, sheesh (Sheesh)
Jeez Louise, these niggas think it's sweet
Ain't nothin' sweet but me
That's why he tryna eat
He tryna climb a tree
Don't give a dog a treat
And that's T-H-A-T
Hey, honey making too much money
Can't be actin' funny, I was fat, not ugly, little bitch

Mm, huh
Lizzo got your bit'

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Still Cant Fuh

[ Featuring Doja Cat ]

[Lizzo]
Don't care what I'm wearing, you still can't f*ck
Take me to dinner, you still can't f*ck
If I'm in your section, you still can't f*ck
Send me a bottle, you still won't
It's a nice car, but you still can't f*ck
NBA draft and you still can't f*ck
You made the playoffs, you still can't f*ck
Call me a slut and you still won't

You still can't
You still won't
And you still can't
F*ck

F*ck these niggas and f*ck these bitches like, bye, I'm wildin'
I'm not on Bumble, I'm not on Raya
Can't get no neck with no back, you ain't Khia
Upsettin' these bitches like Cookinwitkya
All these emotions, it's not that serious
City girls up, boys on they deriod
I think it's cute, I think it's hilarious
And no, I don't text back
He say he in love, go get a tat
Yeah, now niggas know I talk back
Yeah, these niggas know that I'm that
Yeah, these niggas know what it is
All these hoes know I'm they bitch
Candace Owens somewhere pissed
Kiss my what? Nigga, get bent

[Shera Seven]
He said, "What are you bringing to the table?"
I'm not bringing nothing to the table, baby, sprinkle, sprinkle

[Lizzo]
Don't care what I'm wearing, you still can't f*ck
Take me to dinner, you still can't f*ck
If I'm in your section, you still can't f*ck
Send me a bottle, you still won't
It's a nice car, but you still can't f*ck
NBA draft and you still can't f*ck
You made the playoffs, you still can't f*ck
Call me a slut and you still won't

[Lizzo & Doja Cat]
You still can't
You still won't
And you still can't (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha)
F*ck

[Doja Cat & Lizzo]
Said, cocaine in his Hanes underwear
Everybody in here know what's under there
Good credit and some glass skin
He got goals, hobbies, and a passion
With an accent and his eyes knock you off your axis
All the members' clubs he got access to
Cook, clean, and no bad tattoos
But he ain't hittin' it when Jesus return
He ain't hittin' it with mommy issues
He ain't hittin' if it meant that I would have to let him hit it too and comment issues
Wouldn't let him hit to stop a missile
"Just the tip," okay, I'll cut it off
Beg for pussy, then I cut him off
Ain't none of my clothes comin' off (And you still won't)

Don't care what I'm wearing, you still can't f*ck
Take me to dinner, you still can't f*ck
If I'm in your section, you still can't f*ck
Send me a bottle, you still won't (Still won't)
It's a nice car, but you still can't f*ck (You won't hit)
NBA draft and you still can't f*ck
You made the playoffs, you still can't f*ck (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Call me a slut and you still won't (Yeah, Lizzy)

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

New Mistakes

Turn up di riddim because mi waan party
See dem know mi ah wine pon ah shawty
She ah go long and get rude and get naughty
See dem know mi ah wine pon ah shawty (I'm a bad bitch, you can't kill me)

I just wanna make some new mistakes
Give this a break, throw love away
I thought that this was real, but it was fake
But that's okay, you out the way, uh (I'm a bad bitch, you can't kill me)
At least I'm through f*ckin' with you, but now I'm cool
And I can go and make some new mistakes
Sha-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

I ain't f*ckin' with you if you got a bitch
Don't give a shit, you could be rich
And I don't wanna be no friends with benefits
Save that shit for retirement
The only thing we talkin' when I'm drunk
Is, "Can I f*ck?" That's what's up
And I ain't gonna be the first to fall in lovе
Nuh-uh-uh, I had enough (I'm a bad bitch, you can't kill me)

I got that drink in my system
I got that drink in my systеm
I'm grindin' on somebody's son
If he act right, he gon' get some

I just wanna make some new mistakes
Give this a break, throw love away
I thought that this was real, but it was fake
But that's okay, you out the way, uh (I'm a bad bitch, you can't kill me)
At least I'm through f*ckin' with you, but now I'm cool
And I can go and make some new mistakes
Sha-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Why can't I just do my f*ckin' thing?
It's so lame, the price of fame
If you lookin' for a bitch to blame
L-I-Z, you know the name
I just wanna shake my ass and make it rain
And not complain, know what I'm sayin'?
There's certain things I'm not gon' entertain
I don't do sides, only mains
So watch me take this bitch to dinner
I got black card, blew it on a plate
Flewed out, put 'em on a plane
Boss shit, head from outer space
So good, put 'em in the suitcase
Shake that ass, make 'em wait
Pussy wet, Ricki Lake
New mistakes, no regrets
I'm a bad bitch, you can't kill me (Ah)

I just wanna make some new mistakes
Give this a break, throw love away
I thought that this was real, but it was fake
But that's okay, you out the way, uh (I'm a bad bitch, you can't kill me)
At least I'm through f*ckin' with you, but now I'm cool
And I can go and make some new mistakes
Sha-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

I got that drink in my system
I got that drink in my system
I'm grindin' on somebody's son
If he act right, he gon' get some
I got that drink in my system
I got that drink in my system
I'm grindin' on somebody's son
(I'm a bad bitch, you can't kill me)

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Bend It Ova

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, wee)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, wee)
(Ooh, ooh)
Yeah, uh

Bring a nigga and a bitch too
I don't listen to that shit, I just skim through
Yeah, I got my giddy on and some SKIMS too
'Cause I'm a girl's girl and I be showin' skin too
Uh, fat ass and it make him nervous (Uh)
But I don't give it up if he don't deserve it (Uh)
Am I doin' too much? That's to be determined
And I'm gettin' slim, don't ask me to be the bigger person, ho (Woo)

Don't get it f*cked up, my nigga (No, no)
If that bitch bad, I'ma tip her (Uh-huh)
Tonight might f*ck up my liver (Uh-huh)
That dick make my coochie quiver (What's up?)
Hit the nigga, leave him on delivered (Woo)
Now he trippin', damn, I got him triggered (Woo)
He said, "Coochie, bring that," I said, "Boy, I figured"
It's a grippеr, it's a dripper

He be likе (Ooh, ooh, ooh, wee)
He be like (Ooh, ooh, ooh, wee)
When I bend it over
When I bend it over
He be like (Ooh, ooh, ooh, wee)
He be like (Ooh, ooh, ooh, wee)
When I bend it over
When I bend it over

I be like, uh, what's up, baby?
I'ma shoot my shot like I think I'm KD
I'm a firework, so I think I'm Katy
I like when he get mad, he be like, "F*ck you," f*ck me (F*ck me)
What that dick do? Now I'm curious, booski
Oh, period, pooski
And it's bigger than Druski
I told him, "No, boo" and now he eatin' my sushi (Ooh)

Don't get it f*cked up, my nigga (No, no)
If that bitch bad, I'ma tip her (Uh-huh)
Tonight might f*ck up my liver (Uh-huh)
That dick make my coochie quiver (What's up?)
Hit the nigga, leave him on delivered (Woo)
Now he trippin', damn, I got him triggered (Woo)
He said, "Coochie, bring that," I said, "Boy, I figured"
It's a gripper, it's a dripper

He be like (Ooh, ooh, ooh, wee)
He be like (Ooh, ooh, ooh, wee)
When I bend it over (Bend it over, bend it over)
When I bend it over (Bend it over, bend it over)
He be like (Ooh, ooh, ooh, wee)
He be like (Ooh, ooh, ooh, wee)
When I bend it over (Bend it over)
When I bend it over (Bend it over, bend it over)

Clap with her, Hercules, Hercules
Clap with her, Hercules, Hercules (Clap)
Bend over, hurt your knees, hurt your knees (Yeah)
Bend over, hurt your knees, hurt your knees (What's up?)

'Bout to be sick of me, shit
'Bout to be sick of me, yeah
All of that in them jeans, ooh
It's a fantasy, fantasy
Ooh, ooh, ooh, wee

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

LeftRight

Go left, go right
Go left, right, left, right
My back is achin', my belt too tight
My booty shakin' from left to right
Go left, go right
Go left, right, left, right
My back is achin', my belt too tight
My booty shakin' from left to right

My name is Lizzy, yeah
And I get busy, yeah
And rappers always tryna fly me to they city, yeah
But I say no, no (Yeah)
Can't get no kitty (Yeah)
Big bitch, I'm richer than these niggas 'cause of yitty (Yeah)
Queen Lizzy, bow down
F*ck 'round and found out
You know a bitch was down with bitches don't stay dow-own
We got that clang-clang
No pass around-'round (Yeah)
If he a Gemini, I might take him to pound town (Yeah)
Wow, maybe I'm just crazy, maybe I'm a crack pot
Maybe I can turn around and give you back shots
Take me to Paris Hilton, baby, that's hot
I can feel it through his denim, that's a hard launch

Go left, go right (Hahaha)
Go left, right, lеft, right
My back is achin', my belt too tight
My booty shakin' from left to right
Go left, go right
Go lеft, right, left, right
My back is achin', my belt too tight
My booty shakin' from left to right

Bitch, I'm a baddie (Yeah)
You not my daddy (Yeah)
And you a lucky nigga if you get to have me (Yeah, yeah)
Don't be a maddie (Yeah, uh)
Boy, don't start trippin' (Yeah)
And you ain't slick, you ain't gon' get up on this pimpin' (Yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I'm servin' (Woo)
So what's your order? (Your order)
'Cause I'm outside with my gay sons and my thot daughters
Bitch, I'm from Texas
Close to the border (Yeah)
That's why I'm bad, there must be somethin' in the water (Yeah)
Uh, maybe I'm just horny, maybe I'm just freaky
Take me back to coochie cutters at the Freaknik
I can throw some ass and make a nigga sea sick
I can feel it through the boxers, baby, it's big

Go left, go right
Go left, right, left, right
My back is achin', my belt too tight
My booty shakin' from left to right
Go left, go right
Go left, right, left, right

Ah, ten-hut
Assume the position
I'ma work them cheeks, left, right
Goddamn, daddy, left, right
Up, down, up, down, left, right
You would be mad if I left, right?
I'ma work them cheeks, left, right
Goddamn, daddy, left, right (Yeah)
Up, down, up, down, left, right (Yeah)
You would be mad if I left, right? (Yeah)
I'ma work them cheeks, left, right (Huh)
Goddamn, daddy, left, right (Huh-uh)
Up, down, up, down, left, right (Huh)
You would be mad if I left, right? (Huh-uh)
I'ma work them cheeks, left, right (Huh)
Goddamn, daddy, left, right (Huh-uh)
Up, down, up, down, left, right (Huh)
You would be mad if I left, right?

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Droppin On It

Hoppin' on it, hoppin' on it, hoppin' on it
Hop-hoppin' on it, hoppin' on it, hoppin' on it
Droppin' on it, droppin' on it, droppin' on it
Drop-droppin' on it, droppin' on it, droppin' on it
Bad bitches know they like to hop on the wood
Thick bitches know they wanna hop on the wood
Hoppin' on it, hoppin' on it, hoppin' on it
Drop-droppin' on it, droppin' on it, droppin' on it

Bunny hoppin', never stoppin', Yitty droppin', titty poppin'
When I'm in your city, got the motherf*ckin' city rockin'
Take my number, we can lock in, 3 o'clock and boots is knockin'
He my favorite eater, he a motherf*ckin' coochie goblin
Boy, you all talk, I'm about that action
Eat it so good, I put it in a caption
You said it's big, ooh, you better not be cappin'
I'll make 'em tap out if I really tap in
Big fine woman, yeah, you know what it was
How your ass snug as a bug in a rug?
Yeah, I'm a pop bitch, but I like to pop shit
Come get a hug, sexy little thug
Back it on up like a U-Haul truck
Throwin' that cash all up on that ass
Money keep comin', so we spend it fast
Bitch, these diamonds, this ain't glass

Hoppin' on it, hoppin' on it, hoppin' on it
Hop-hoppin' on it, hoppin' on it, hoppin' on it
Droppin' on it, droppin' on it, droppin' on it
Drop-droppin' on it, droppin' on it, droppin' on it
Bad bitches know they like to hop on the wood
Thick bitches know they wanna hop on the wood
Hoppin' on it, hoppin' on it, hoppin' on it
Drop-droppin' on it, droppin' on it, droppin' on it

Go on, keep hoppin', baby, sing this song
Baby daddy text, he wanna see me in a thong
Big girl knees and they givin' like Megan
Pussy been poppin', somethin' you could put your faith in
Album on the way and I know you been waitin'
"Lizzo, Lizzo, Lizzo," goddamn, be patient
Bunny hop on it, put me in a situation
He want me for breakfast, not grits, not bacon (Hoo, hoo)

But one thing for certain that has bounced back (Hoo, hoo)
Is me

Hoppin' on it, hoppin' on it, hoppin' on it (Hoo, hoo)
Hop-hoppin' on it, hoppin' on it, hoppin' on it
Droppin' on it, droppin' on it, droppin' on it (Hoo, hoo)
Drop-droppin' on it, droppin' on it, droppin' on it
Bad bitches know they like to hop on the wood (Hoo, hoo)
Thick bitches know they wanna hop on the wood
Hoppin' on it, hoppin' on it, hoppin' on it (Hoo, hoo)
Drop-droppin' on it, droppin' on it, droppin' on it

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Summa Shit

It's hot outside (Hot outside)
It feels no nice (Feels so nice)
It's summertime (Summertime)
Summer, summertime

Summer shit, I be on some summer shit, hey, hey
Summer shit, I be on some summer shit, hahaha, uh-oh

Whole lot of big, oh f*ck
Whole lot of big bitches, shit
Whole lot of big bitches in a two-piece
Big like when I be flyin' out by two seats
I'm your favorite song and I ain't talkin' Juicy
Apple bottoms on that booty, lookin' juicy
I'm so poppin', I can twerk and do a TED Talk
And all I talked about was twerkin' in my TED Talk
Sun's out, buns out and it's real soft
When he squeeze it, leave a mark and that's real talk
Two thongs in my ass, where the pool at?
Lexo just hit up my phone, where was you at?
Slap bumpin', lil' flip, I can do that
And you know we H-Town, we gon' screw that

Summer shit, I be on some summer shit
Got the yitty outside, that's my summer fit
Most you niggas lame, only some are lit
I don't really need the dick, give me some of it
Summer shit, I be on some summer shit
Got the yitty outside, that's my summer fit
Most you niggas lame, only some are lit
I don't really need the dick, give me some of it

Summer, summertime (Where was you at?)
Summer, summertime (Where was you at?)
Summer, summerti-I-I-ime (Huh, huh)
Summer, summertime (Where was you at?)
Summer, summertime (Where was you at?)
Summer, summerti-I-I-ime (Huh, huh)

I'm in the mood, what you wanna do?
Let's act a fool
I'm in the mood, what you wanna do?
Let's act a fool

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

IRL

[ Featuring SZA ]

Uh
Uh, yeah

I'm a bad bitch in real life, I'm that bitch in real life
I make too much money to be fightin' hoes in real life (True)
I'm outside in real life, hoes love me in real life
If you really know me, then you know a bitch is too nice
Thick bitch in real life (Ooh), my nigga fine in real life (Ooh)
I'm so pretty, baby (Ooh), I'm so glamorous, I'm so fire (Ooh)
Throw ass in real life (Ooh), have fun in real life (Ooh)
I can't let no comment section ever f*ck with my vibe

Woo (Just shake that ass, bitch, and let me see what you got)
Woo (Just shake that ass, bitch, and let me see what you got)
Woo (Just shake that ass, bitch, and let me see what you got)
(Just shake that ass, bitch, and let me see what you got)

Can't be no fake bitch
If it's real, keep it real, we the only ones
Just make it shake, bitch
I don't care what you wear if we havin' fun
Don't feel heartbreak, bitch
Turn it up, turn it up like a temperature
Ain't nothin' to play with
If you feel how I feel, let me feel you up

Diamonds dancin', chain is bouncin', dick inside me, I need that
Titties up, I need attention, favorite eater, call me back
Weak hoes can't stand me, high demand where your man be
I go commando, no panties at the door 'cause I'm ready
Safety off and I'm ready
Automatic, I'm ready
Jabberjaw if you let me
Tiger paw, the grip is so Jet Li
Oh, don't test me, yeah
Don't test me, yeah
Just get me off, oh

This for my people, uh, my party people
This is for my people, uh, my party people (Throw it back)
This is for my people, uh, my party people (Throw it back)
This is for my people, uh, my party people (Throw it back)

Can't be no fake bitch
If it's real, keep it real, we the only ones
Just make it shake, bitch (I love ya)
I don't care what you wear if we havin' fun
Don't feel heartbreak, bitch
Turn it up, turn it up like a temperature
Ain't nothin' to play with
If you feel how I feel, let me feel you up

Oh (Oh, yes)
(All the hoes be shake, shake, shakin' it)
(All the hoes that's shake, shake, shakin' that)
Oh (Oh, yes)
(All the hoes be shake, shake, shakin' it)
(All the hoes that's shake, shake, shakin' that)
Mhm, and you know it's all there

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Cut Em Off

Ooh, oh my God, weird bitches
I'm scared, spooky, hahaha (Zaytoven)
Yeah

If you're lookin' for a sign, cut them bitches off, cut them bitches off, cut them bitches off
Let me give you some advice, cut them bitches off, cut them bitches off, cut them bitches off
If you're lookin' for a sign (Ayy, ayy, yeah), cut them bitches off (Cut 'em off), cut them bitches off (Cut 'em off), cut them bitches off
Let me give you some advice (Yeah, yeah, yeah), cut them bitches off (Cut 'em off), cut them bitches off (Cut 'em off), man, cut them bitches off

I got frenemies, got a lot of frenemies
Iced-out "YITTY" chain, where my heart supposed to be
Give me fifty feet, you ain't got no kin to me
You ain't foolin' me, I know who you be pretend to be
We in the club, no, you can't come
We pourin' up, you can't have none
You thought you ate, but you f*cked up
You did your big one, bitch, now pack it up
You tried to f*ck my nigga, bitch, you're weird
What's not clickin', Steven, what's not clear?
Tryna be my mini-me or musketeer?
Cut the cameras, nigga, f*ck up out of here
Now she askin' if we cool, hold on, f*ck no
What else you got to say now? What, ho?
Bet she won't run up though, hahahahaha
Come here, bitch, hahahaha, yeah
And I don't even wanna get into it
I been trippin', I been goin' through it
A real bitch'll put it in the music, jeez
I know that you ain't that f*ckin' stupid
I don't even really wanna do this
But the voices in my head, yeah, the voices said

Cut them bitches off, cut them bitches off, cut them bitches off (Hahahahahahahaha)
Cut them bitches off, cut them bitches off, cut them bitches off
Cut them bitches off, cut them bitches off, cut them bitches off
Cut them bitches off, cut them bitches off, cut them bitches off

Cut them bitches off (Ha), cut them bitches off (Ha), cut them bitches

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Ditto

Let's see how this shit gon' sound like
Thanks, bitch
Cheers, ladies (Cheers)
Finish this ho
You was really talkin' your shit, though (Big shit, dog)
So what else are you tryna say?

First of all, we ain't gon' stop like all these niggas ain't tryna f*ck on big girls
Then accuse me of fat shamin'? Goddamn, it's a sick world
I go to work, make bitches twerk, bust it open in a handstand
You only hurt 'cause your nigga flirt, I don't want him, that's your man
Back then, they didn't want me, now I'm hot, they all on me
Timmy Chan's with the sauce on it, got me so saucy like Sauce Walka
Killin' shit, I white-chalk it, my YN call me Miss Parker
I'm bad bitch and I'm super thick and I'm super rich, did I miss somethin'?
What bitch can pop shit on pop shit?
Stay inside mindin' mine and still be a trendin' topic?
Ghetto girl from H-Town takin' thigh pics in Hot Topic
Plot twist, I'm top list, designer down in the tropics
Lizzie, really, what you thinkin'?
I been sippin', I been drinkin'
F*ck your party, uninvite me
You pretendin' you don't like me

Back then, they didn't want me, now I'm hot, they all on me
Back then, they didn't want me, now I'm hot, they-

It is what it is, but it ain't what it ain't, though
They swear that they friends 'til you take 'em off the payroll
In love with my fans and my bands and my pillow
My man call me baby, but the world call me
It is what it is, but it ain't what it ain't, though (Ain't, though)
They swear that they friends 'til you take 'em off the payroll (Payroll)
In love with my fans and my bands and my pillow
My man call me baby, but the world call me

(It's the Lizzo)
I wanna thank y'all for spendin' this time with me
(It's the L to the I to the Z to the Z-O)
It's been a long road
(The L to the I to the Z to the Z-O)
And I appreciate you
I'm sendin' love to everybody in the world who loved me back
(It's the Lizzo)
And to the bitches who don't love me back, I still love you, bitch
(It's the L to the I to the Z to the Z-O)
It don't cost me nothin' to hate on no ho
(The L to the I to the Z to the Z-O)
I got better shit to do, honestly
I be outside touchin' grass, shakin' ass
Makin' good moments last, bitch
I don't got time to be motherf*ckin' down in the f*ckin' trenches with you, ho
I got the f*ck up out
Me and my bitches, we got the f*ck up out
And that's on period, we gon' always get out
We gon' always get our own
I did this shit in three motherf*ckin' days, bitch
You're welcome
Let me feed the children
Yeah, it's a Lizzo summer
It's a Lizzo summer
It's a Lizzo summer
It's a Lizzo summer
Bitch

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Back to: Lizzo

My Face Hurts from Smiling Info:

(buy at amazon.com)

My Face Hurts from Smiling is the third mixtape by American rapper and singer Lizzo released by Nice Life and Atlantic Records on June 27, 2025. The mixtape features guest appearances from fellow American singer SZA and rapper Doja Cat. It marked her first mixtape to be released commercially under a label and followed her fourth studio album, Special (2022).
-Wikipedia

Performed By: Lizzo
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Alex Goldblatt, ATL Jacob, Don Kevo, Jasper Harris, One Play Mike, Pop Wansel, prxdbyjai, RicandThadeus, Ricky Reed, Tay Keith, Xtcsuki, Zaytoven
Released: June 27th, 2025
Year: 2025

Tags:

No tags yet

[Add a Tag]