[verse 1] damn, miss bony pussy done lost his mind lied on my name, hoe you really really tried how you claim i backbite bitches but i ain’t never trusted you once? make it make sense… why would i come to you on anything? why don’t you go tell people how you feel about them? stop playin’ the good Judy, get them claws out... i done clocked you from day one been gunnin' for you since (ooo i wanna knock this bitch out) [chorus] miss bony pussy done lost his mind i keep tellin’ the bitch i ain’t the one or two ain't got no more time for you stop playin’ in my face lil dude i’m really bout that drama you fake crazy i'm really off my meds and i’m comin’ for yo ass... one two, bree comin’ for you three four, hoe what you talkin’ shit for? five six, throw yo man into the mix seven eight, hoe you really thought you ate? crazy! nine, ten, never speak on me again, bitch [verse 2] receipts i got plenty sayin’ “bree you my fave contestant” “please bestie lemme write you a song so i can leech off of you, get some followers cause you know i wanna be a main girl too” now that i think about it... the hoe wanted to get like me, yo was i a contestant or was i the whole show? tell the truth! you stole ideas from me, ‘member that, musty hoe? don’t rewrite history, bitch always told yo ass i wasn’t playin’ to win never needed shit from you as a matter of fact, i shitted on yo contest, you was cryin’ in my DM sayin’ i broke the whole show bro you were so fuckin' pressed that day... selective memory but you remember beggin’ i stay had you fan girlin' in DMs, so don't be actin' all prestige bae nothin' bout you right and i don’t understand why you always flexin’ bout money you don’t have like you wasn’t the bitch cryin’ bout givin’ my bitch a 25 bucks gift card, bruh… (can’t make this shit up) i been knew you was weird, ain’t a coincidence that nobody fuck with you on here... bout time you disappeared, for real.... [chorus] miss bony pussy done lost his mind i keep tellin’ the bitch i ain’t the one or two ain't got no more time for you stop playin’ in my face lil dude i’m really bout that drama you fake crazy... i’m really off my meds and i’m comin’ for yo ass... one two, bree comin’ for you three four, hoe what you talkin’ shit for? five six, throw yo man into the mix seven eight, hoe you really thought you ate? crazy! nine, ten, never speak on me again, bitch [outro] lie all you want, at the end of the day we all know you ain’t about shit, ain't got a single real thing to say bout me cause we was never close like that... why waste time lyin' on my name tho? why don't you go focus on gettin' yo mind right? go get you some new teeth, out here lookin’ like you chew on grenades for breakfast. get the fuck away from me, i have warned you three times now and you keep comin' back for more. i been knew you were a fan but goddamn hoe... since you here, tell me... what yo net worth sayin’? how long you gon’ keep that business of yours on life support…? huh? play the good bitch, but ain't you the one throwing hands in that fucked up relationship of yours? hmmm... [outro] “oh my God Bree Mae usin’ my server tag, how cunt is that?” i just burst out laughin’... i really be cacklin’ every time i think ‘bout this hoe Lyrics by Bree Mae ···©️ 2026 DRiF Records ···
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