PAPER CUT.

[Intro]
La-la-la

[Verse 1]
These niggas like a paper cut, a bad thing gon' wrong
Them bitches ain’t no fuckin' different, I don’t belong
I ain’t one of them, ain’t one of them, can’t be one of them bitches, no
Could never be them, won’t be them, I'll never be one of them, woah

[Pre-Chorus]
I was raised too hard, it’s a shot in the dark
I’m a work of art, if I fall apart
Then I fall apart, music is my spark

[Chorus]
To turn this bitch up, up (Up)
It’s the thing I do to turn my bitches up, up
Love it when I fuck 'em up, up
Mean, I get glass, put shots in the cup
Fill that shit all the way the fuck up
Then wе let loose, get drunk, what’s up?

[Verse 2]
Wе get loose in the booth
Gettin' high in the Coupe
Bad bitches don’t have no rules
We got our own shit to do
We don’t do limos
We don’t get solo
In the club, we’re the ones wit' all the bottles
Right now, we the ones lookin' like some models

[Pre-Chorus]
I was raised too well (Sometimes)
I like to favor myself (Sometimes)
Know myself too fuckin' well, yeah
I’m a bad bitch, if you didn’t notice (Mm)
I’m a sad bitch, if you’d notice (Mm)
Doin' bad by myself, yeah

[Chorus]
I turn this bitch up, up (Up)
It’s the thing I do to turn my bitches up, up
Love it when I fuck 'em up, up
Mean, I get glass, put shots in the cup
Fill that shit all the way the fuck up
Then we let loose, get drunk, what’s up?