Mean Girls lyrics

[Intro: Shaudy Kash]
Yop, ayy

[Verse 1: Shaudy Kash]
I'm the sh*t to these b*tches, somethin' they ain't seen before
I got a vibe they can only get with me, they need more
Plus I been past these lame n*ggas, I ain't keepin' score
Been hittin' bad hoes that ain't sh*t, they like Regina George
Told lil' baby be herself and she gon' be somethin'
Let me guess, on Wednesday, you wear pink, huh?
You should hold your horses, I don't wanna get you T'd up
'Cause any b*tch that can't be herself, I end up leavin' her
Get it right, baby, I ain't said nothin' but a word
My type? The b*tch not, she a bird
Way she act is absurd
I'm her type, yeah, everything she heard
The b*tch Cady and I'm Aaron Samuels, October 3rd
You would leave your friends danglin' so you won't look like a nerd
That just mean you'd trade me in if I wasn't the one
Thought she was special how I played her, baby girl, I'm just a flirt
Talk my yeah to the b*tch to get under your pink skirt
I'm 'bout the real, lil' baby in a dream world
Thought she was sweet, she just wanna be a mean girl
Said she in love, I don't what that mean, girl
b*tch, you just some plastic and I do them hoes mean, girl
I'm 'bout the real, lil' baby in a dream world
Thought she was sweet, she just wanna be a mean girl
Said she in love, I don't what that mean, girl
b*tch, you just some plastic and I do them hoes mean, girl
[Verse 2: BabyTron]
You talkin' 'bout you love me, what that mean, girl?
Everything on me, it's a free world
b*tch lyin' here and there, she livin' three worlds
You ain't even really mean, I can show you mean, girl
I just poured up three nines, R.I.P. to Juice WRLD
Jammed in it with three bad b*tches, made the coupe twirl
Me and Shaudy on the 6, we finna scoop some cash
Make them hoes walk to us, we ain't scoopin' strags
Laughin' with my new b*tch, we passed my ex zoomin' fast
b*tch plus some liq' equals loose, I'm just doin' math
Told her use her brain how she used to do in class
Ask a b*tch why she should get my all, ain't even doin' half
She told me stick it, nah, I ain't doin' that
You's a nat, you's a rat, these hoes twins, I'm used to that
If she mine, sh*t, the nails, purse, and shoes gon' match
Boy, I'll invite your b*tch over for a judo match
Watch her get slammed, watch her get rammed, watch her get crammed
Watch her get whammed, then I sent her home packin'
You would think this ho Sonya Blade, she be soul snatchin'
Nah, we ain't a thing, I just use her for that road action
Two gay hoes, I let 'em go at it
Ended up between 'em, wasn't hard, b*tch, I'm on G.O.A.T. status
Gotta face the problems in the 'Wood, but sh*t, I'm ho passin'
When it come to shootin' shots at hoes, you get no baskets
You get no action, you ain't got no traction
Spent a lil' time with me and sh*t, I got this ho braggin'
Hit her with this 'yerc work and turn her to a dope addict
When I touch down, I tell that ho to go grab it
When we make it back, I tell that ho to go bag it
A hundred 'bows in the trunk, I tell her don't panic, ayy
[Outro: BabyTron]
What you mean, girl?
You ain't really mean, girl, I can show you mean, girl
b*tch always lyin', lil' ho, she livin' three worlds
b*tch always lyin', lil' ho, she livin' three worlds
b*tch always— ayy, she livin' three worlds
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