Ate lyrics

(Verse 1):
He give me brain like a scholar

He diggin(s) me, word to Skylar

Says he want a baller

You f*cking up in the finals, Now Lebron is Bothered (Oop)

(My p*ssy pops severely, and yours don’t!)

My b*tches need bags, need them in every color

My b*tches is bad, think we need our collars

b*tches my Doppleganger, they are imposters

And That’s The real Keke, word to Palmer

(Hook):
Bow your head, Do you like how it taste?

Bow your head, we going have to say grace

Bad b*tches always clean their plates