Letras
I've been a peach
But you want an apple
I'm worth the reach
But you hate a hassle, asshole
You had a good girl on your plate
Had a bad girl on your face
Dropped the ball, don't try to call
You fucked it up, now it's too late
Cried at first the whole way home
Nervous system, overload
Cost me more than miles, now I know
Making you smile is making me sick
Rather choose violence over this shit
Tired of tiptoeing over your ego, baby, I quit
I'd rather be a bitch
Breaking my neck from turning my cheek
Killing with kindness only killed me
If the truth means I'm a little too mean
Tried to fake nice, but it didn't quite stick
I'd rather be a bitch
Mmm, lucky for you
I got a sense of humor, uh-uh-uh
I hope you're the last
But you're not my first loser, loser
Had a good girl on your plate
Had a bad girl on your face
You dropped the ball, don't try to call
You fucked it up, now it's too late
My reputation precedes me, your hairline recedes you
Looking like you got way more to lose
Making you smile is making me sick
Rather choose violence over this shit
Tired of tiptoeing over your ego, baby, I quit
I'd rather be a bitch
Breaking my neck from turning my cheek
Killing with kindness only killed me
If the truth means I'm a little too mean
Tried to fake nice, but it didn't quite stick
I'd rather be a bitch
Ooh, I'd rather be a bitch
In a place full of fakers being fake (be a bitch)
You know they gonna say it either way (be a bitch)
Stack your chips, keep the change, hey, it pays (to be a bitch)
Be a bitch
Making you smile is making me sick
Rather choose violence over this shit
Tired of tiptoeing over your ego, baby, I quit
I'd rather be a bitch
Breaking my neck from turning my cheek