Kayla Nicole - SMA lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Y'all know shit get ugly
When a pretty b*tch fight
Bulldog with some lashes
Wanna kiss or wanna bite?
Believe that (Uh)
Hercules, Herc—, Hercules
Work your knees, work, work your knees
Meg Thee Stallion tease
Hol' it, hol' it, hol' it, hol' it
Roll it, roll it (Come on)
Now roll it
Roll it
Roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it
Roll it
Roll it
Roll it
Roll it, put in motion like the ocean
Roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it
Roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it

Suck my a**, a**, a**, a**
Suck my a**, a**, a**, a**
My besfriend dancin', she do it so romantic
Suck my a**, a**, a**, a** (Come on)

Dancin' in the club, lookin' for a thug
Drug dealin' nigga finna throw
A couple bucks
Throw that a** for them ones while
You lookin' for the one
B*tches actin' prissy
I'm just tryna make a milli
(Come on)
So my booty goin' silly, Lil' Keke, b*tch
If I hit you and I miss
Ya I'ma keke the whip
B*tches bad on Instagram but can't
Even sit in the VIP
Thumb tappin' through the phone
Where the f*ck is your lip?
(Come on)
I'm finna clown
B*tch, it's goin' down, b*tch
You bothered-a**
Beggin'-a**, broke-a** b*tch
You a weak-a**, Joker face, chicken-a** b*tch
Want smoke but cannot roll up
I'm finna choke a** b*tch
(Come on)
Suck my a**, a**, a**, a**
Suck my a**, a**, a**, a**
My besfriend dancin', she do it so romantic
Suck my a**, a**, a**, a** (Come on)

Ayy, b*tch, I'm born in May
So I'm 'bout the money
Floyd Mayweather, b*tch, I'm so one hunnid

My best friend dancin'
She do it so romantic
Suck my a**, a**, a**, a** (Come on)
Suck my a**, a**, a**, a**
Suck my a**, a**, a**, a**
My besfriend dancin', she do it so romantic
Suck my a**, a**, a**, a** (Come on)

Ayy, look, you know I'm pretty b*tch too
But I throw a** and throw blow
Make up, lace cut, ain't shit made up
Weave in
Weave out like still the same amount
You out here chasin' the fame
I'm out here makin' it rain
(Come on)

Yeah, they mad 'cause I'm blessed, b*tch
And you stressed, b*tch
'Cause I'm blessed, b*tch
You cannot touch this
Yeah, they mad 'cause I'm blessed, b*tch
And you stressed, b*tch
'Cause I'm blessed, b*tch
You cannot touch this (Come on)
And I don't f*ck with that b*tch but
I ain't no hatin' a** hoe
I make it clap with my a**
At least I said somethin' though
(Come on)
I make it clap with my a**
I make it clap with my a**
I make it clap with my a**
At least I said somethin' though
(Come on)

Suck my a**, a**, a**, a**
Suck my a**, a**, a**, a**
My besfriend dancin', she do it so romantic
Suck my a**, a**, a**, a**