Etta Bond DM's jumpin' in the rave Goose in my veins White Boy Wasted Said he likes the taste of my lips Drawn to my hips Dancin' like a skank on him Bitches watchin' Why you at a dance for If you're not acquainted with the dance floor? No one likes a boring bitch
Oh my God! You spilled drink in my hair you bitch It's gonna frizz, my fake tan is gonna run and shit Don't she care who's watching her? She looks fucking crazy She should be here sitting down and acting like a lady Acting like a lady Acting like a lady Acting like a lady Acting like a lady
Everybody point 'em out Boring bitches North, West, East, to the fucking South Maybe you'll be dancing now
Hands up riding on the wave Feelin' kinda brave That dutch courage shit Said he'd like to see where I live MTV Cribs Red Light District Fuck it, bring a camera crew We can shoot a vid' or two And you can bring your friends with you But no boring bitches dude They fucking suck and shit
I don't like that bitch She thinks that she's too nice She's been chopsing bare man I've stood and watched her all night Don't she care who's watching her? She looks fucking crazy She should be here sitting down and acting like a lady Acting like a lady Acting like a lady Acting like a lady Acting like a lady
Everybody point 'em out Boring bitches North, West, East, to the fucking South Maybe you'll be dancing now
Lady Leshurr (Is she sharkin' the floor?) I'm sick of all this boring gyal in a rave I've came to dance; I've came to watch face Why would you even come out your house? I'mma have fi put dem gyal into place Dem gyal are actin' hard I'm on the dancefloor while they stand at the bar You might as well walk back to the car And take your bumbaclot back to the yard (hehe) But serious though Some gyal should fix their weave and their clothes Going on stoosh, pay big dough To come in the club when really their broke (Oh no) Dem gyal they'll no make it (Oh no) Dem gyal never make it (Oh no) Dem gyal And then ate it Yeah, yeah, yeah, I said it When I come into the dance they're screwin' just like a lemon But when any bad mind inside then I'mma dead it I just wanna get it in to forget it you do my head in, (Rah)
Now, point 'em out Boring bitches North, West, East, to the fucking South Maybe you'll be dancing now
Maybe you'll be dancing now dancing now, dancing now
Boring Bitch
Compositores: Rafael Nathan Greifer (Raf Riley), Henrietta Annabelle Bond (Etta Bond) ECAD: Obra #25806133