Agatha lyrics

[Intro]
Emm, emm, emm

[Verse 1]
How much does it cost, boy?
You wish it was a million
Tig Ole Bitties bite size
Wishing you could feel 'em
Avant Garde Coochie
You've been used to them civilians
Keep the PH right
We ain't shopping at Pavillions, emm

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm in Turk and Caicos
I've been working on my tan
He've been sending texts
He says he loves me like a fan
Boy, don't catch that flight
I do what you do with my hands
Told 'em I don't want him
I just ride him 'cause I can

[Chorus]
And his ole b*tch don't look better than me
That ole b*tch don't look better than me
That ole b*tch don't look better than me
His ole b*tch don't look bеtter than me
And his ole b*tch don't look bеtter than me
That ole b*tch don't look better than me
That ole b*tch don't look better than me
His ole b*tch don't look better than me
[Verse 2]
Am I realling conceited
Or you mad you just can't eat it?
Better get it up more rounds
I like what I like, damn right, I'm greedy
All my life had to fight
A hating ass hoe like my name Ceely
Am I realling conceited
Or you mad your man wanna please it?

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm in Turk and Caicos
I've been working on my tan
He've been sending texts
He says he loves me like a fan
Boy, don't catch that flight
I do what you do with my hands
Told 'em I don't want him
I just ride him 'cause I can

[Chorus]
And his ole b*tch don't look better than me
That ole b*tch don't look better than me
That ole b*tch don't look better than me
His ole b*tch don't look better than me
And his ole b*tch don't look better than me
That ole b*tch don't look better than me
That ole b*tch don't look better than me
His ole b*tch don't look better than me
[Verse 3]
Italian n*gga wanna slurp me like alfredo
Nigerian n*gga want this fufu on his face though
My Southern n*gga tryna eat it like some chicken
I told him "put it on a plate this finger lickin'"

I know these n*ggas talk they want that sloppy toppy
He's tryna beat the pus*y up I call him Rocky, Rocky
He be grabbin' on that neck he want that walkie talkie
I ain't even let him hit I told him top, top, top, top

[Bridge]
Top me, I ain't f*ckin' no n*gga in a honda
I ain't f*ckin' if it ain't anaconda
I ain't f*ckin' him without a condom
I ain't f*ckin' no lyin' ass fakes
I ain't f*ckin' no n*gga for the Benz
I ain't f*ckin' no n*gga that's a fed
I ain't fakin' for a n*gga like hah, hah, hah, hah

[Chorus]
That ole b*tch don't look better than me
That ole b*tch don't look better than me
That ole b*tch don't look better than me
That ole b*tch don't look better than me
That ole b*tch don't look better than me
That ole b*tch don't look better than me
That ole b*tch don't look better than me
That ole b*tch don't look better than me