Bitch Please

Death glare
I feel your eyes on the back of my neck, woah
Your death stare
I feel your eyes; feel how I make you sick, woah

I'm just here to eat with my friend
Don't care if you work as a waiter
I'm still here don't try to pretend
That you don't know me, you hater

I'm texting
Your boyfriend I say that this is so awkward, woah
You're texting
Your boyfriend: I'm not happy, not happy.
And I'm like

Bitch please
Get over yourself
If I wanted your boyfriend
He'd be on my shelf and
Bitch please
I don't care about you
So go on and hate me
You've got nothing to lose

'Cause you've got nothing at all
You've got nothing on me

I don't
Get why you hate me so fucking much, woah
So let go
You don't have a reason and I don't give a fuck, woah

Your boyfriend is a good friend of mine
He texts me when drunk, but I don't answer
He kinda likes me but I think it's fine
'Cause he's not my type so all I think is

Bitch please
Get over yourself
If I wanted your boyfriend
He'd be on my shelf and
Bitch please
I don't care about you
So go on and hate me
You've got nothing to lose

'Cause you've got nothing at all
You've got nothing on me

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Bitch please
Get over yourself
If I wanted your boyfriend
He'd be on my shelf and
Bitch please
I don't care about you
So go on and hate me
You've got nothing to lose

Bitch please
Get over yourself
If I wanted your boyfriend
He'd be on my shelf and
Bitch please
I don't care about you
So go on and hate me
You've got nothing to lose

'Cause you've got nothing at all
You've got nothing on me