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Uh, yeah—stay mad, stay stiff, stay clueless
I'm the thesis, you the typo, hoe—useless
Same old gossip, same weak tease
I take your man, then break down his needs
Hoes stay watchin', but they ain't in my class
I'm the dissertation, you the barely-passed
Talkin' like you deep? Babe, just quit
I wrote the textbook—you can't outwit
Big lips, thick hips, got 'em tongue-tied
You still textin'? I got him analyzed
Same routine, same weak try
I arch my back, now he open wide
You still cryin' 'bout a man? Hoe, go read
I study his mind, now he studying me
I ain't gotta chase, I just diagnose
You holdin' hands, I'm in his throat
How you clueless but got so much pride?
Hoe, take notes, let a master guide
You pushin' thirty, still fallin' in love?
I push one word, now he can't get enough
Hoes be stressin', tryna play all coy
I play dumb once, then destroy
You pop off, then log off—real tough, huh?
I pop up, read receipts, now your man say Juicy, huh?
He call me a genius, I leave 'em intrigued
You call him your soulmate? He call me "please"
I'm high class, mind sharp, full moon drippin'
You in bed cryin', I'm in bed grippin'
Oops, did I gag you? Take a deep breath
Scream my name while I map out your stress
I been that bitch, still that bitch
Your man in my lap like a case to fix
You still sendin' pics, hopin' he stays?
I send one word, and he call it a day
You at home tryna learn his type
I wrote the script, now he can't sleep right
New city, new man, new brain, who this?
You still checkin' his phone, I'm leavin' with his kiss
You textin' "baby," beggin' for love
I text "be good", now he waits like a pup
Simon Says task? I been too slick
You still stuck tryna be that bitch
I study, I play, then I ghost like a case
You beggin' for love, I just beg for the chase
Yo man in my DMs, I hope you peeped
Sent me his trauma, said "fix me please"
I curved 'cause I'm busy, my time ain't free
If he ain't paying? Then he ain't for me
Hoes gettin' loud, but they minds stay blank
I sell them the dream, then walk to the bank
If I ever fell off, bitch, I'd land on degrees
You fell off? Hoe, that's just your league
Tryna flex fake knowledge but your brain stay dry
Bitch, you built like a quiz, no answers inside
Your lace lookin' dusty, what's the sitch?
They call you "extra credit", desperate-ass bitch
Hoes act smart 'til I step in the room
I say one fact, now they Google too
You beggin' for calls, I just beg for the heat
You a whole freshman to my elite
Hoe, where is your skill? Where the hell is your plan?
Where the fuck is your drive? Where the hell is your man?
Where the fuck is your brain? Where the hell is your spine?
Where the fuck is your life? Oh right—it's mine
Now go 'head and hate from the stands
I'm courtside, breakin' these men
You still waitin' for love, I'm the future
And that's just the way that it land—JUICY