> Yeah, ain't tryna be cool like you
> Wobblin' around in your high heel shoes
This is a commentary on female-identifying people who wear heels to impress others or seem taller or prettier or whatever.
> I'm clumsy, made friends with the floor
I'm not like them! Maybe I wear comfy shoes. Maybe I can't afford Manolo Blaniks. Maybe I don't want those kinds of shoes (or, more specifically, that kind of fake life)
> Two for one, you know a bitch buy four
I like to drink, so if it's 2-for-1 night, I'm getting DRUUUUUNK
> And two left feet, you know I always drop
Again, clumsiness, but also dropping like "you know I always drop when the music comes on!"
> First thing a girl did was a bop
I have no idea what this means
> I'm the whole damn cake and the cherry on top
> Shook up the bottle, made a good girl pop
I spent all night getting ready for this, I'm amazing, you're not prepared for this/me, and I spent all week with my emotions "bottled up" finna (ready to) "pop"
> You ain't even here to party
> Ken in the club tryna pipe a Barbie
> I don't wanna go, go, go with the flow
> Back bend 'til I touch my toes
You're not ready for me and my awesomeness, step aside, Ken (flat, plastic doll). I'm a Barbie (hotness, [still plastic])
> I don't wanna row, row, row the boat
> Wrist full of rocks and I hope I float
I'm not someone who wants to go with the flow
I have something of a handicap (wrist full of rocks in water would make you sink), but I still have hope (even though my situation seems hopeless)
> Big up yourself 'cause you know they don't
> I chew, chew, chew 'cause they hope I choke
You do you, bitch
Everyone hopes you don't succeed, because they're jealous and probably won't succeed
> I'm a bitch, I'm a boss
> I'm a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss
Doesn't matter what you think of me, I'm gonna WIN.
> Said, bitch, I'm the after you been the before
> I been a stallion, you been a sea horse
You're behind, you're "out", like the the "before" to an "after" photo of weight loss
I'm stronger than you (Stallion horse is larger/stronger than a seahorse, which isn't technically a horse)
> Don't need a report, don't need a press run
> All of my bad pics been all my best ones
> I wear the hat and I wear the pants
> I am advanced so I get advance
> And I do my dance and cancel the plans
> Said, boo, don't be mad 'cause you had a chance
I'm gonna do me. Don't be mad. I'm going to do whatever the F I want because I can. If you wanted something from me, you'd come after it. And I'd probably still say "no"
> Drop, said, I took it and I ran for it
> I run it, then I stand on it
> Money on the floor when we dance on it
> Shine bright, let them put a tan on it
> Said, I took it and I ran for it
> I run it, then I stand on it
> Money on the floor when we dance on it
> Shine bright, let them put a tan on it like
> Yeah, ain't tryna be cool like you > Wobblin' around in your high heel shoes
This is a commentary on female-identifying people who wear heels to impress others or seem taller or prettier or whatever.
> I'm clumsy, made friends with the floor
I'm not like them! Maybe I wear comfy shoes. Maybe I can't afford Manolo Blaniks. Maybe I don't want those kinds of shoes (or, more specifically, that kind of fake life)
> Two for one, you know a bitch buy four
I like to drink, so if it's 2-for-1 night, I'm getting DRUUUUUNK
> And two left feet, you know I always drop
Again, clumsiness, but also dropping like "you know I always drop when the music comes on!"
> First thing a girl did was a bop
I have no idea what this means
> I'm the whole damn cake and the cherry on top > Shook up the bottle, made a good girl pop
I spent all night getting ready for this, I'm amazing, you're not prepared for this/me, and I spent all week with my emotions "bottled up" finna (ready to) "pop"
> You ain't even here to party > Ken in the club tryna pipe a Barbie > I don't wanna go, go, go with the flow > Back bend 'til I touch my toes
You're not ready for me and my awesomeness, step aside, Ken (flat, plastic doll). I'm a Barbie (hotness, [still plastic])
> I don't wanna row, row, row the boat > Wrist full of rocks and I hope I float
I'm not someone who wants to go with the flow I have something of a handicap (wrist full of rocks in water would make you sink), but I still have hope (even though my situation seems hopeless)
> Big up yourself 'cause you know they don't > I chew, chew, chew 'cause they hope I choke
You do you, bitch Everyone hopes you don't succeed, because they're jealous and probably won't succeed
> I'm a bitch, I'm a boss > I'm a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss
Doesn't matter what you think of me, I'm gonna WIN.
> Said, bitch, I'm the after you been the before > I been a stallion, you been a sea horse
You're behind, you're "out", like the the "before" to an "after" photo of weight loss I'm stronger than you (Stallion horse is larger/stronger than a seahorse, which isn't technically a horse)
> Don't need a report, don't need a press run > All of my bad pics been all my best ones
> I wear the hat and I wear the pants > I am advanced so I get advance > And I do my dance and cancel the plans > Said, boo, don't be mad 'cause you had a chance
I'm gonna do me. Don't be mad. I'm going to do whatever the F I want because I can. If you wanted something from me, you'd come after it. And I'd probably still say "no"
> Drop, said, I took it and I ran for it > I run it, then I stand on it > Money on the floor when we dance on it > Shine bright, let them put a tan on it > Said, I took it and I ran for it > I run it, then I stand on it > Money on the floor when we dance on it > Shine bright, let them put a tan on it like
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