| Why you gotta throw me under the bus
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| Every single time that I make a little fuss?
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| Up on the runway, everybody’s lookin' at me
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| Gagging on my butt
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| I’ll do me, you just do you
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| Besides, you look like you broke outta zoo
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| L-L-Lookin' all busted, girl, check your edges (Ew!)
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| Bitch, wanna borrow some glue?
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| Girl, sit down, let me tell you the taste
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| You could never step up to this face
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| You lookin' like a brick and you’re makin' me sick
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| Love your hair, hope you win
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| But I doubt you’ll even place
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| Bitch, why you always tryna hate?
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| 'Cause I’m from the future and you’re so late
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| You’re passive aggressive mixed with obsessive
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| Sorry, Miss Thing, but I can’t relate
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| 'Late-late-late-late
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| 'Late-late-late-late
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| 'Late-late-late-late…
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| I call shade (That's a mean motherfucker)
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| Somebody get her outta here (Ooh! O-o-ooh!)
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| I call shade (That's a mean motherfucker)
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| She think she cute (Ooh! O-o-ooh!)
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| I call shade (That's a mean motherfucker)
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| Somebody get her outta here (Ooh! O-o-ooh!)
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| I call shade (That's a mean motherfucker)
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| She think she cute (Ooh! O-o-ooh!)
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| I call shade
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| Why you gotta always bring me down?
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| 'Cause I’m on a throne and you’re just a clown?
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| You’re a hot mess in a busted dress
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| Here’s a buck, wanna buff my crown?
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| B-b-by the way, I like what you did with your grill
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| And if you weren’t possessed, then you could chill
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| You had to be a freak and you think you’re really chic
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| Very unoriginal, let’s be real
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| I’m glad that you’re finally makin' that bank
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| Buy a new attitude, yours is stank
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| Just stop using those excuses
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| This is a joke, right? |
| This is a prank
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| Girl, look, for reals, though, I got to go
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| But I just thought that you should know
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| You gotta be quick and a super fierce bitch
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| If you wanna step up to this ho
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| Ho-ho-ho-ho
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| Ho-ho-ho-ho
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| Ho-ho-ho-ho…
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| I call shade (That's a mean motherfucker)
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| Somebody get her outta here (Ooh! O-o-ooh!)
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| I call shade (That's a mean motherfucker)
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| She think she cute (Ooh! O-o-ooh!)
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| I call shade (That's a mean motherfucker)
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| Somebody get her outta here (Ooh! O-o-ooh!)
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| I call shade (That's a mean motherfucker)
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| She think she cute (Ooh! O-o-ooh!)
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| I call shade
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| If you thought I was mean
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| This bitch is about to tear you apart
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| So cute, so new, but cheap and see-through
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| Not talkin' 'bout your dress, I’m talkin' bout you
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| You backstab all the way to the top
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| Then g-g-g-g-gag, let me watch you drop
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| School’s in session, institution
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| Many problematic bitches, just one solution
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| Always talkin' 'bout others, but never douche it
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| I’ma turn your ass down like noise pollution
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| Where the skills, bitch? |
| I mean, for reals, bitch
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| Wigs and dress and heels, bitch
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| Something’s off-track, why you so wack?
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| Bring me a queen, get rid of this hack
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| I’m tired of these hoes, if I wanted cheap thrills
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| I’d have asked your mom and that’s for real
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| Just 'cause I can be nice, doesn’t mean I always will
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| She’s down now, Trinity, go for the kill
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| What?
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| Bitch
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| What?
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| Yes, she’s a ho, hahaha
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| What?
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| I call shade (That's a mean motherfucker)
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| Somebody get her outta here (Ooh! O-o-ooh!)
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| I call shade (That's a mean motherfucker)
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| She think she cute (Ooh! O-o-ooh!)
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| I call shade (That's a mean motherfucker)
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| Somebody get her outta here (Ooh! O-o-ooh!)
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| I call shade (That's a mean motherfucker)
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| She think she cute (Ooh! O-o-ooh!)
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| I call shade |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Call Shade , by - Trinity The Tuck. Song from the album Plastic, in the genre