Be Your Own Pet - Bitches Leave Lyrics
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Bitches Leave
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What Are The Lyrics For Bitches Leave By Be Your Own Pet?
Things aren't pretty in New Detroit
So go ahead and get to the point There's nothing up my sleeve Take a hint, bitches leave Things aren't pretty in New Detroit So go ahead and get to the point And there's nothing up my sleeve Take a hint, bitches leave You've got a make up face and perfect hair Walking around counting all your stares Think you're really clever in your skintight jeans Like you're the hottest chick on the scene You're gonna ask what he thinks of you Like I even care or have a clue Things aren't pretty in New Detroit So go ahead and get to the point And there's nothing up my sleeve Take a hint, bitches leave Things aren't pretty in New Detroit So go ahead and get to the point There's nothing up my sleeve Take a hint, bitches leave You laugh and giggle like you haven't got a brain The way you talk is driving me insane I know you're lying 'bout you take it in the rear You name drop so much I wanna rip off my ears Do you think anyone wants you to stay? How'd you get back here anyway? Things aren't pretty in New Detroit So go ahead and get to the point There's nothing up my sleeve Take a hint, bitches leave Things aren't pretty in New Detroit So go ahead and get to the point There's nothing up my sleeve Take a hint, bitches leave |
Who Wrote Bitches Leave By Be Your Own Pet?
Jemina Pearl Abegg, John Eatherly, Jonas Stein, Nathan Vasquez
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