Lizzo Internet Lyrics

[Chorus: Lizzo]
Wanna f*ck with a bitch like me?
Wanna f*ck with a bitch like me?
Wanna f*ck with a bitch like me?
Wanna f*ck with a bitch like me?
Wanna f*ck with a bitch like me?
Wanna f*ck with a bitch like me?
Wanna f*ck with a bitch like me?
Wanna f*ck with a bitch like me?

[Verse 1: Lizzo]
I like the 'net when the 'net like me
I like the checks when the checks like me
I give him neck and I suck that D
Girl, what you want from Mickey D's?
f*ck up the tempo, one, two, three
Still streaming "Tempo" with Missy
I got a temper, I need sleep
I got an attitude, need to eat
I look so good when I grit my teeth
Invisalign, bitch, I'ma fix my teeth
Up in the club, come and sit by me
We talkin' shit, come and sip some tea
Kind of a bitch, low-key, high-key
That's kind of funny, kikiki
I hate the internet, I love the internet
Peruse the internet from time to time
Is it October yet? Is it December yet?
I got the ho-ho-hoes on my mind
Sexy and heavy-set, wearin' the Heatherette
Haven't seen Heatherette since '09
That boy a terrorist, very nefarious
He blow the p*ssy up every time
[Chorus: Lizzo]
Wanna f*ck with a bitch like me?
Wanna f*ck with a bitch like me? (Every time)
Wanna f*ck with a bitch like me?
Wanna f*ck with a bitch like me? Wanna f*ck with a bitch like me?
Wanna f*ck with a bitch like me? (Every time)
Wanna f*ck with a bitch like me?
Wanna f*ck with a bitch like me?

[Verse 2: Tierra Whack]
I'ma land now, boys, I'm a land mine, boys
I just bought a plain Jane, I'ma land, my boys
I could put your ass to sleep like I am white noise
Oh, you wanna parlay with them franchise boys
Like a kid in a store, yeah, my hand got toys
All I do is speak the truth, they can't stand my voice
Think your man like, think your man like boys
I be shinin' like the sun, you get a tan line, boys
Every season is the summer when you're hot like me
Man, I draw with the pen, you can't jot like me
You say you gettin' money but not like me
Your flow's so sick, it sound a lot like me
You want beef? I bought spatulas, to me, your life is fatuous
They tipped the hats off 'cause they know they can't camp with us
I eat a weak rapper, should be glad I ate a maximus
And if you're lookin' for some real scholars, you should ask for us, Whack
[Outro: Lizzo]
Put me on your network, baby
My net worth goin' crazy
Don't be starin' at me blankly
Gen Z or Boomer, baby
Would you like to add some bacon?
Sorry, not today, Satan
Aren't you bitches tired of hatin'?
Sorry, not today, Satan