Ms. Lick Back lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Kali
It's cool
I'll get my lick back with these racks

[Chorus]
I'll get my lick back with these racks (On God)
Don't attach me to nobody (Not at all)
Got your BM all in my phone (Huh?)
Tell that ho she a nobody (Dumb-ass ho)
Now why would I beef with a b*tch 'bout a n*gga ain't mine?
I ain't doin' that for nobody (The f*ck?)
I had to Nicki Minaj that n*gga, I told him he f*cked with the old body (Yeah)
I don't want that n*gga, b*tch, I want racks (Okay)
I'm in the stu', b*tch, drop them packs
You lettin' these b*tches think they all that?
It's cool, I'm lit, I'm rich, say less
I'm all in Saks splurgin'
She can't pay her rent, she hurtin'
b*tch all on my Twitter lurkin'
I guess that's how she workin' (Okay)

[Verse 1]
I don't trust no n*gga with a mouth (At all)
Why the f*ck would I make you my spouse? (Yeah)
Cappin' to b*tches like you ain't a simp (Huh?)
You in love with these hoes and I'm him
di*k and lies all they got to they name
This n*gga playin' like I'm new to the game
Glock 40, you know I got aim
Fooled by the di*k, why would I make you my main?
Should've just made your ass my side n*gga (The f*ck?)
Can't believe I was stressin' over some di*k when my bag bigger
Tried to give that ugly n*gga a chance, he got to feelin' himself
Baby mama too happy that she had that kid, she started feelin' herself (The f*ck?)
That n*gga stay tryna find another me (Hah), wack-ass rap ho
And he keep cappin' to his homeboys (Why?), like he let me go (Okay)
Be the same n*ggas in my DMs be the same n*ggas in my pus*y (Okay)
And they all wanna pillow talk about how you a dumbass and a goofy (b*tch)
[Chorus]
I'll get my lick back with these racks (On God)
Don't attach me to nobody (Not at all)
Got your BM all in my phone (Huh?)
Tell that ho she a nobody (Dumb-ass ho)
Now why would I beef with a b*tch 'bout a n*gga ain't mine?
I ain't doin' that for nobody (The f*ck?)
I had to Nicki Minaj that n*gga, I told him he f*cked with the old body (Yeah)
I don't want that n*gga, b*tch, I want racks (Okay)
I'm in the stu', b*tch, drop them packs
You lettin' these b*tches think they all that?
It's cool, I'm lit, I'm rich, say less
I'm all in Saks splurgin'
She can't pay her rent, she hurtin'
b*tch all on my Twitter lurkin'
I guess that's how she workin' (Okay)

[Interlude]
What's that sh*t they be sayin'?
Yeah, I fell in love with a ho (Damn)
Plenty hoes, but you know what? (What?)
f*ck 'em (Damn)
f*ck that n*gga (f*ck n*gga)

[Verse 2]
He can't eat pus*y anyway
And your new b*tch lookin' for a come-up, so she gon' f*ck you anyway (Weak-ass)
You know you dead-ass wrong
You f*ck with them weak-ass songs? (The f*ck?)
But it's all good, 'cause you her problem
Just stop knockin' at my f*ckin' door (Stop knockin' at my f*ckin' door)
Now they call me toxic chocolate (Yeah, they do)
Yes, you taught me not to f*ck with n*ggas 'less I'm runnin' through they pockets
And my new n*gga, he keep a pocket rocket (Grrah)
And he actually gon' shoot that b*tch, no cap, anyway (No cap)
[Chorus]
I'll get my lick back with these racks (On God)
Don't attach me to nobody (Not at all)
Got your BM all in my phone (Huh?)
Tell that ho she a nobody (Dumb-ass ho)
Now why would I beef with a b*tch 'bout a n*gga ain't mine?
I ain't doin' that for nobody (The f*ck?)
I had to Nicki Minaj that n*gga, I told him he f*cked with the old body (Yeah)
I don't want that n*gga, b*tch, I want racks (Okay)
I'm in the stu', b*tch, drop them packs
You lettin' these b*tches think they all that?
It's cool, I'm lit, I'm rich, say less
I'm all in Saks splurgin'
She can't pay her rent, she hurtin'
b*tch all on my Twitter lurkin'
I guess that's how she workin' (Okay)