Lexy Panterra Brat Lyrics

Where the flowers
Where the roses where they at
Where my Gucci shoes the Prada where the bags?
Man you can't even take out the trash
Acting like a man
Naw you acting like a brat x2

Persian persuasion
Got you feeling anxious
Crony's his name
Cause he's flexing his chain
Don't call him back
I put him in his feelings
I'm pissed off f*ck him
Yea that's how I'm feeling

Where the ballers at where the real ones
I'm a queen I'm a queen
Let mе be one
Yea I wanna man
Trippеn
If you think I need one
I got two bad bitches with me ready for the Threesome

Something wrong with you
He got trust issues
He got mama issues
I think yo daddy left you
Chetzee !

Where the flowers
Where the roses where they at
Where my Gucci shoes the Prada where the bags? You can't even take out the trash
Acting like a man
Naw you acting like a brat x2

Your messing with a real one I f*ck it up
Cheffing in the kitchen you eat it up
Eyes low
Hair flip big blunt
Never on my mean shit
Angel face when I wake up

Insecure little boy you throw a big fit
Yeah Yau poppin on the gram
But That don't mean shit
Give me mine or f*cking swerve
I think you should disappear
Something wrong with you
He got trust issues
He got mama issues
I think yo daddy left you

Chetzee!
Where the flowers
Where the roses where they at
Where my Gucci shoes the Prada where the bags?
You can't even take out the trash
Acting like a man
Naw you acting like a brat x2