rihanna lyrics

[Intro]
I'm so sick of this sh*t, bro
I'm so f*cking sick of this sh*t, bro
f*ck

[Verse]
Okay
Stomach hurting
Rihanna, work it
We can make this work, b*tch
Just don't tell nobody sh*t
Walked up in the building, b*tch
I'm geeked, look at my eyelids
Bad model hoe, she gon’ f*ck on me because I’m stylish
If I like it, buy it
Who gives a f*ck? I'm dying
To my face, she lyin', I'm in my pillow crying
Staring at the ceiling, then I start sighing
(Sighing, sighing, sighing)