You Tell Em lyrics

If I bite your apple is it really a sin
I want to Google every part of you
Oh, where to begin
If I bite your apple is it really a sin
I wanna Google every part of you
Oh, where to begin

You’re USB to my hard drive
You’re network to my Wi-Fi
You’re DSL to my bandwidth
And we loaded up and we logged in
I unwrap my Ethernet
I’m all set cable’s going in
Said make the trade and let’s get it in
Said make the trade and let’s get it in

Bathroom mirror on the bed, on the floor
Instagram that ass and [?] let it go
No hands on the wheel because you’re posing in the car
Snapping up the pictures with your girls at the bar

Bathroom mirror on the bed, on the floor
Bathroom mirror on the bed, on the floor
Instagram that ass and [?] let it go
Instagram that ass and [?] let it go
b*tch
Dealing with the jungle flow
Dealing with the jungle flow
I’m that b*tch, what b*tch
Yeah yeah you didn’t know
I kill them with the jungle flow
Kill ‘em with the jungle flow
f*ck that jungle b*tch
I kill that b*tch, I’m jungle hoe

Nasty flow
Tell a bad b*tch
Do you really know
Turn that b*tch into zebra flow
Turn that b*tch into jungle hoe

Can’t f*ck with me
Darkling
Third degree
New burn
No trees
New money
New beat
Mad money
Mad b*tches
Tell these hoes
Mad witches
Darkling
Demons
Touch me
Can’t f*ck with me
Tell these b*tches not to f*ck with me
I’m so hot I’m the third degree
Tell these b*tches not to f*ck with me
‘Cause I’m bad, b*tches
I’m bad, b*tches
I’m bad, b*tches
I’m d-

I am
Zebra f*cking Katz
b*tch, b*tch, that’s where it’s at
And I told these motherf*ckers
They can’t see me from the back

‘Cause I’m jungle beat
Tell these b*tches not to f*ck with me
Tell these b*tches not to f*ck with me
Tell these b*tches not to f*ck with me
I’m jungle beat
I’m jungle heat
I’m the jungle heat
Tell these b*tches not to f*ck with me

b*tches I’m the straigh
b*tch I work the strife
I own the street
Tell these b*tches let me get my life
Let me get my life
Let me get my life
Tell ‘em
Tell ‘em
You tell ‘em
Tell ‘em
Tell ‘em