BlueBucksClan - Valentines Day lyrics

(Baby E made this beat)

Valentine's Day
My bitch mad I ain't text her
(I ain't text her)
Finna turn this cream to a Dr pepper
(To a Dr pepper)
Lady in Celine always saying I'm being extra
(yeah, you extra)
I got bad hoes laying around
My house like a shelter (Like a shelter)
I like bitches that like fucking bitches
Yeah this shit better (yeah, this better)

I like bitches
So I get they nails done and they lashes
(And they lashes)
YSL, Celine, Prada, and Dior, she can grab it
(She can grab it)
These some thousand dollar jeans
For the texture (For the texture)
Yeah, I finally hit his bitch
She got me mad, nothing special
(Nothing special) with these hoes
I get to pick like interceptions (yeah)
Bitches begging me to fuck 'em
I ain't even showin' effort
(Showin' effort)
Gucci scarf wrapped around my head
Like I'm a terrorist (I'm a terrorist)
My bitch said we need to talk, I told her
"I ain't trying to hear it"
(I ain't trying to hear it)
She a bitch I'm fucking on
But she a bitch you really cherish
(You really cherish)
Fake Rollies, fake Cubans
Why the fuck you even wear it?
(You even wear it)

Hit a button, curtains moving
Why the fuck is niggas staring?
(Niggas starring) flick me up, fade booming
Where the fuck is all the cameras?
(All the camers)
Don't even start, you be doomed
In the club with all these hammers
(All these hammers)
Only niggas in this room throwing
Money on the dancers
(Throwing money on the dancers)

Going Kanye crazy, nigga
You ain't got the answers
(You ain't got the answers)
Yeah, it's late but I just keep
On bringing bitches to the mansion
(Bitches to the mansion)
Had to block a couple bitches
I ain't dealing with y'all answers
(Dealing with y'all answers)
How the fuck she hear me on
Your story? I don't understand it
(What the fuck?)
I went ghost on Valentine's
I ain't romantic (I ain't romantic)
I get fly as fuck and fuck on niggas bitches
It's a habit (It's a habit)
I hopped off a flight in Dallas
Got 'em thinkin' I'm a Maverick (yeah)
Model bitches storming in
It's looking like a beauty pageant
(Beauty pageant)

Almost had to slap a bitch
There's makeup on my Louis jacket
(On my Louis jacket)
I just landed in Orlando, lady asked
"Is you a Magic?" (Is you a Magic?)
I just woke up bitches all
Around me, asking 'em, "What happened?"
(What happened?) must been a movie
I got all this glitter on my mattress
(Glitter on my mattress)
Don't put it past your bitch, nigga
'cause I could have it
('Cause I could have it)

Stop staring at my wrist
Niggas dying if they grab it (Dying)
I see a group of bad, thick bitches
I'ma attack it (I'm on mode)
If I see a bad group of bitches
I got options (I got options)
Valentine's Day, leave your nigga
Let's go shopping (yeah, let's go)
That nigga dead wrong
He only got you chocolate (He dead wrong)
That's your lil' boyfriend? He outta pocket
(He outta pocket)
Lemme Cartier your wrist, girl
You fucking with the hottest
(With the hottest)
I'ma make it worth it 'cause
I know I'm kinda toxic (Kinda toxic)
I'm on Twitter, how is all these weak
Bitches getting flowers?
When I go shopping, it feel different
I been in here for an hour
(Been in here for an hour)
December 21st in Fendi
I think I got my superpowers
(I think I got my superpowers)