POUB lyrics

[Verse 1]
“When you shop, you wanna drop 'cause you just can't stop
When you walk, you wanna stunt in your big pink pumps
Lookin' like a doll, all the girls envy
Not your fault you're the MVP”

[Pre-Chorus]
You swear that you wouldn't do that
But you been talkin' behind my back

[Chorus]
I'll rip out your extensions and p*ss on your Birkin
Put Nair in your shampoo, now, b*tch, is it hurtin'?
I hope every lie that you told made you feel better
About your pathetic life, you f*ckin' loser

[Verse 2]
I know you mad 'cause I'm good at what I do
You wanna rap, b*tch, I'll spit in your food while I'm spittin' bars about rockin' Jimmy Choo shoes
So, b*tch, you choose

[Pre-Chorus]
You swear that you wouldn't do that
But you been talkin' behind my back

[Chorus]
I'll rip out your extensions and p*ss on your Birkin
Put Nair in your shampoo, now, b*tch, is it hurtin'?
I hope every lie that you told made you feel better
About your pathetic life, you f*ckin' loser
[Verse 3]
Maybe you're not jеalous, but it's crazy that you would do this
So can you tell me why you would do this?
We wеre BFFs for life

[Chorus]
I'll rip out your extensions and p*ss on your Birkin
Put Nair in your shampoo, now, b*tch, is it hurtin'?
I hope every lie that you told made you feel better
About your pathetic life, you f*ckin' loser
I'll rip out your extensions and p*ss on your Birkin
Put Nair in your shampoo, now, b*tch, is it hurtin'?
I hope every lie that you told made you feel better
About your pathetic life, you f*ckin' loser

[Bridge]
Baby, talk sh*t, now your sh*t flop
Everybody knows that I'm on top
You a fake b*tch, bet the Birkin ain't real
Downtown shoppin', twenty bucks, what a deal
Got pearls and sh*t, hit up Vivienne Westwood
West Coast, baby, yeah, you wish you could
Sayin' I can't but, b*tch, you'll see
When I'm bustin' out moves on your TV
You said I think I'm hot sh*t?
Yeah, I'm hot sh*t, that's right, b*tch
You said I think I'm hot sh*t?
Yeah, I'm hot sh*t, that's right, b*tch
All these b*tches wanna make some music
Yeah, leave it to me, I'm very fluent
'Cause, baby, I could give you lyrics and a beat
And, b*tch, you will still never be me
[Chorus]
I'll rip out your extensions and p*ss on your Birkin
Put Nair in your shampoo, now, b*tch, is it hurtin'?
I hope every lie that you told made you feel better
About your pathetic life, you f*ckin' loser
I'll rip out your extensions and p*ss on your Birkin
Put Nair in your shampoo, now, b*tch, is it hurtin'?
I hope every lie that you told made you feel better
About your pathetic life, you f*ckin' loser