Literally Fried lyrics

[Chorus]
Woah
b*tch, don’t play with me
Yeah, yeah
b*tch, don’t play with me
Go ahead, f*ck me on that money
b*tch, don’t play with me
f*ck me on that money
b*tch, bend over
Make it clap
Church on Sunday
They can’t f*ck with me
I know it, they literally tried
I told her I don’t f*ck with her
She looked at me and she literally cried
You can get a chest-shot, headshot, literally die
b*tch, you mad at me?
I tried to tell you I’m literally fried

[Verse]
How are you mad at me?
Pulled up, illiterate vibe
b*tchеs bad built
Fat ass, match no thighs
You can’t get fly like me
Way I do it, a litеral crime
You is not my type
Yeah, you could be in a little bit of time
Heart colder than ice
She like ice, no spice
I can say it twice
About to pull off a heist
Moving with a pipe
I can get them bags in for lower on the price
I can-
[Chorus]
Woah
b*tch, don’t play with me
Yeah, yeah
b*tch, don’t play with me
Go ahead, f*ck me on that money
b*tch, don’t play with me
f*ck me on that money
b*tch, bend over
Make it clap
Church on Sunday
They can’t f*ck with me
I know it, they literally tried
I told her I don’t f*ck with her
She looked at me and she literally cried
You can get a chest-shot, headshot, literally die
b*tch, you mad at me?
I tried to tell you I’m literally fried