Lirik Lagu Sara Fajira - Julite feat. Eddie Tripleks
Are ya gonna cry little baby?
Yo think I'm gonna trust all your hypocrisy?
Stop right there lemme hit ya with no mercy
Honey, my gold precious than you dumbest teeny tiny witch
See I'm pullin to da club turn the tables flippin
Shout it out to me, tell me what you get?
Call me cruel, I'm da best than ya lil brat
Yo Little witch tryna hit me down, wait,
[Rapp]
Oogie woogie spooky creepy and eerie they ain't no scary them all just doodie, they never
better, easy to flatter, hit'em with platter, nicer with a ladder, go to your father, one way
another, I'm Your fortune teller, You ain't no helper, Aint no healer, Me no rapper, Just a
singer, I'm a rap controller,
You know, some girls are damn lame loco,
Playin so cold
Actin weirdo
Drunk in a beer tho
Now watch me waistin InIn,
It's workin,
got me losin,
took me flyin,
I ain't fakin
It's bittin
money spendin,
Missed controlin
No ballin, lets rollin
stop bla bla bla bla bla bla I'm so shakin
Pre-chorus:
You can't ever be like me
Put your eyes all over me
You can't run away from me, no
You can't ever be like me
You can't run away from me
Put your eyes all over me
You can't run away
Julit amat sih
Chorus:
Julit amat sih
S-A-R-A-F-A-J-I-R-A, that's me
who's that chick?
B-E-O-T-C-H, beotch
Gonna put u in a deep coma
You better run to yo mama
Ding dang, better run with Llama
Gonna steal your lova
Hands up, cuz my style is lava
Get over yo fantasies
Buckle up to your fears and all over your years and your tears
When you start to take Baileys
I'm done with my Goldies
stuck in your 60's
I'm over the 90's
Bitches be fakin, I never be fakin, my style make you achin, y'know I'm gon' raging
Yeah
Ha
Who's dat?
It's meh