Valentine’s Day Lyrics by BlueBucksClan
Valentine’s Day, my bitch mad I ain’t text her
Finna turn this cream to a Dr. Pepper
Lady in Celine always saying I’m being extra
I got bad hoes laying around my house like a shelter
I like bitches that like fucking bitches, yeah, this shit better
I like bitches so I get they nails done and they lashes
YSL, Celine, Prada, and Dior, she can grab it
These some thousand dollar jeans for the texture
Yeah, I finally hit his bitch, she got me mad, nothing special
With these hoes I get to pick like interceptions
Bitches begging me to fuck ’em, I ain’t even showing effort
Gucci scarf wrapped around my head like I’m a terrorist
My bitch said we need to talk, I told her I ain’t tryna hear it
She a bitch I’m fucking on but she a bitch you really cherish
Fake Rollies, fake Cubans, why the fuck you even wear it?
Hit a button, curtains moving, why the fuck is n***** staring?
Flick me up, fade booming, where the fuck is all the cameras?
Don’t start, you’d be doomed, you in the club with all these hammers
Only n***** in this room throwing money on the dancers
Going Kanye crazy, n****, you ain’t got the answers
Yeah, it’s late but I just keep on bringing bitches to the mansion
Had to block a couple bitches I ain’t dealing with y’all answers
How the fuck she hear me on your story? I don’t understand it
I went ghost on Valentine’s, I ain’t romantic
I get fly as fuck and fuck on n***** bitches, it’s a habit
I hopped off a flight in Dallas got ’em thinking I’m a Maverick
Model bitches storming in, it’s looking like a beauty pageant
Almost had to slap a bitch, it’s makeup on my Louis jacket
I just landed in Orlando lady asked, “Is you a Magic?”
I just woke up, bitches all around me, asking ’em what happened
Must’ve been a movie, I got all this glitter on my mattress
Don’t put it past your bitch, yeah n****, ’cause I could have it
Stop staring at my wrist, n***** dying if they grab it
When I see a group of bad thick bitches, I’ma attack it
If I see a bad group of bitches, I got options
Valentine’s Day, leave your n**** let’s go shopping
That n**** dead wrong, he only got you chocolate
That’s your lil’ boyfriend? He outta pocket
Lemme Cartier your wrist, girl, you fucking with the hottest
I’ma make it worth it ’cause I know I’m kinda toxic
I’m on Twitter, how is all these weak bitches getting flowers?
When I go shopping, it feel different, I been in here for a hour
December 21st in Fendi, think I got my super powers