I'm Fine - Taylor Girlz, Kissie Lee

Keep that shit circle

I don’t fit with no squares

Frontal on my head

Came with the baby hairs

Body built like a pear

Make your nigga have an affair

Ride him like a fair

Sit on his face like a chair

Cost about 15 hundred for my hair

Nigga this ain’t no cheap shit

Left my old nigga

Cause he was on some weak shit

Bitches talking all day

But they can’t get what I get

They ain’t popping shit

I’m a real rich bitch

Reckless, bourgettes on my neck in my necklace

Why in the fuck would you test this

All of my diamonds from Texas

Hoe that ain’t yo man, no he mine

If he yours then why he always on my line

This ain’t a flex, bitch I’m fine

I can’t be pressed these hoes ain’t even cross my mind

That ain’t yo man, no he mine

If he yours then why he always on my line

This some real bossy shit

Bitch really catching trips

This that million dollar pussy

Put it on ya lips

Tell me where to keep at

You know how I feel when I grip that

Split me in half like a Kit-Kat

I ain’t got time for the chit chat

Woah, dusty hoe

Why you pocket watching bitch

I ain’t got the patience

I’ll pop you in your shit

Bail money ready

I ain’t never gone sit

Your nigga in my dm’s

He ain’t never gone quit

Reckless, bourgettes on my neck in my necklace

Why in the fuck would you test this

All of my diamonds from Texas

Hoe that ain’t yo man, no he mine

If he yours then why he always on my line

This ain’t a flex, bitch I’m fine

I can’t be pressed these hoes ain’t even cross my mind

That ain’t yo man, no he mine

If he yours then why he always on my line