Yeah, pack my shit up
Gimme back f*cking SIM card
This some real break up shit
Clout-chasin', you lame, you ass-kisser
Think you finessin' my niggas
Think you finessin my figures
Gold-digger, gold-digger
Just like a hoe nigga to lie
Why you trying to deny
All the shit that you plot?
Be a snitch and get popped, Little Bo Peep
Two-faced bitches got me in the car at the red light
Praying to God I don't f*ck your face up
Fake love really be some dangerous shit
Check my horoscope
Swear to God, Susan Miller's a fraud
Yo, you used all my soy milk?
Told me that you used it in some coffee
Had some people over from yoga
You really made smoothies?
What the f*ck is that?
What the f*ck is that?
I'm on my own
I'm on my own
It's not my choice
It's not my choice
It's not my choice
I'm on my own
I'm on my own
I ain't for some bullshit
Mykki Blanco - Fuck Your Choices Lyrics
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Yeah, pack my shit up
Gimme back f*cking SIM card
This some real break up shit
Clout-chasin', you lame, you ass-kisser
Think you finessin' my niggas
Think you finessin my figures
Gold-digger, gold-digger
Just like a hoe nigga to lie
Why you trying to deny
All the shit that you plot?
Be a snitch and get popped, Little Bo Peep
Two-faced bitches got me in the car at the red light
Praying to God I don't f*ck your face up
Fake love really be some dangerous shit
Check my horoscope
Swear to God, Susan Miller's a fraud
Yo, you used all my soy milk?
Told me that you used it in some coffee
Had some people over from yoga
You really made smoothies?
What the f*ck is that?
What the f*ck is that?
I'm on my own
I'm on my own
It's not my choice
It's not my choice
It's not my choice
I'm on my own
I'm on my own
I ain't for some bullshit
Gimme back f*cking SIM card
This some real break up shit
Clout-chasin', you lame, you ass-kisser
Think you finessin' my niggas
Think you finessin my figures
Gold-digger, gold-digger
Just like a hoe nigga to lie
Why you trying to deny
All the shit that you plot?
Be a snitch and get popped, Little Bo Peep
Two-faced bitches got me in the car at the red light
Praying to God I don't f*ck your face up
Fake love really be some dangerous shit
Check my horoscope
Swear to God, Susan Miller's a fraud
Yo, you used all my soy milk?
Told me that you used it in some coffee
Had some people over from yoga
You really made smoothies?
What the f*ck is that?
What the f*ck is that?
I'm on my own
I'm on my own
It's not my choice
It's not my choice
It's not my choice
I'm on my own
I'm on my own
I ain't for some bullshit
Writer: Michael Quattlebaum
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.