Mimosas & Marys Lyrics

Creme brûlée and cigarettes but I'm not a smoker

Around your neck like a choker

I got goons like The Joker

Popping like Coca-Cola

Bittersweet like chocola

I got all the right cards and I don't even play poker

Slinging around spears like my first name was Aries

Brunch with all of the berries

Act like I'm licensed to carry

I got walk in closets with the options that vary

I got styles but no Harry

Drinking mimosas and marys

Line my snowflakes I mean feminist witches

You ain't never seen a gang of more feminine bitches

Magic pussy power running deeper than ditches

Slapping all these hoes on their ass with the switches

Faggots throwing shots, I can tell by the swishes

And I know a hoes and, they're down with the blitzes

'Cause her frontal lace boxy and her beat ain't vicious

Homemade crop tops, bootleg K Swiss'

Cash in my sights when I aim for the riches

And when I'm finished eating good they're gonna do my dishes

Telling bedtime fables, yes the bitch is fictitious

Only kinda floss they popping is that shit from the dentist

Is that my name in your mouth, that you're biting and gritting

Ninth ward soldier? Am I supposed to be shitting

Snap chat catfishing

Wannabe vixen

Wanna be down so bad, baby girl, yeast itching

Creme brûlée and cigarettes but I'm not a smoker

Around your neck like a choker

I got goons like The Joker

Popping like Coca-Cola

Bittersweet like chocola

I got all the right cards and I don't even play poker

Slinging around spears like my first name was Aries

Brunch with all of the berries

Act like I'm licensed to carry

I got walk in closets with the options that vary

I got styles but no Harry

Drinking mimosas and marys

Bitches talking shit and I know I got them vexed

Wait my iPhone's chirping, just got a text from your ex

He tryna pull up wondering when he's gonna see me next

But I stopped fucking with him for this hombre named Felix

Give my name some respect

Say it with your v-neck

No charm on his chest

But you hoes are "v hexed"

I can't help it that your nigga think I'm the best

But I don't want him, I just wanna see a check

Keep it real for no rhyme or reason

Charging all these phony broads out here for treason

Bitches throwing shade don't know their ABC's

Got the nerve to spill the tea, can't count past eighty-three

Aquarium tease on every cancer season

I'm not a fan of cold weather, but I like to be freezing

While you hoes working, just know that I'm eating

They call me cunt queen, I got you bum hoes tweaking

Creme brûlée and cigarettes but I'm not a smoker

Around your neck like a choker

I got goons like The Joker

Popping like Coca-Cola

Bittersweet like chocola

I got all the right cards and I don't even play poker

Slinging around spears like my first name was Aries

Brunch with all of the berries

Act like I'm licensed to carry

I got walk in closets with the options that vary

I got styles but no Harry

Drinking mimosas and marys