Lyrics I'm Fine - Taylor Girlz, Kissie Lee

I'm Fine

Keep that shit circle
I don’t fit with no squares
Frontal on my head
Came with the baby hairs
Body built like a pear
Make your nigga have an affair
Ride him like a fair
Sit on his face like a chair
Cost about 15 hundred for my hair
Nigga this ain’t no cheap shit
Left my old nigga
Cause he was on some weak shit
Bitches talking all day
But they can’t get what I get
They ain’t popping shit
I’m a real rich bitch
Reckless, bourgettes on my neck in my necklace
Why in the fuck would you test this
All of my diamonds from Texas
Hoe that ain’t yo man, no he mine
If he yours then why he always on my line
This ain’t a flex, bitch I’m fine
I can’t be pressed these hoes ain’t even cross my mind
That ain’t yo man, no he mine
If he yours then why he always on my line
This some real bossy shit
Bitch really catching trips
This that million dollar pussy
Put it on ya lips
Tell me where to keep at
You know how I feel when I grip that
Split me in half like a Kit-Kat
I ain’t got time for the chit chat
Woah, dusty hoe
Why you pocket watching bitch
I ain’t got the patience
I’ll pop you in your shit
Bail money ready
I ain’t never gone sit
Your nigga in my dm’s
He ain’t never gone quit
Reckless, bourgettes on my neck in my necklace
Why in the fuck would you test this
All of my diamonds from Texas
Hoe that ain’t yo man, no he mine
If he yours then why he always on my line
This ain’t a flex, bitch I’m fine
I can’t be pressed these hoes ain’t even cross my mind
That ain’t yo man, no he mine
If he yours then why he always on my line