Lyrics NO SIR (FREESTYLE) - Bree Runway

NO SIR (FREESTYLE)

Oh my God!
Wa-woha, wooha?
Wooha
Hahahahaha
What the hell am I even gonna talk about?
Yea, yea
You know I ain’t wholesome
I need two of them niggas like the Olsens
They say that I’m too fun
Skin brown like the Henny, baby, pour some
You know I ain’t wholesome
I got two of them niggas like the Olsens
They say that I’m too fun
Skin brown like the Henny, baby, pour some
No sir
You cannot sleep on me, no sir
I ain’t a cold serve
Real pop girl shit like the posters
No sir
You cannot sleep on me, no sir
I ain’t a cold serve
Real pop girl shit like the posters
Ooh, ya need some more
You ain’t never seen a girl like me before
That’s why when you leave the door
You deleting the numbers of all your whores
Hey, platinum pussy too magic
Buy me a Lambo and a horse carriage
Then we can talk about marriage
Bust me down in VVS, I ain’t average
Serving you drama, sex, fashion, couture
And everything snazzy
You wanna treat me all flashy dashing
So I can tell my friends that I’m calling you daddy, uh
No sir
You cannot sleep on me, no sir
I ain’t a cold serve
Real pop girl shit like the posters
No sir
You cannot sleep on me, no sir
I ain’t a cold serve
Real pop girl shit like the posters