Ah
Mmm
Mura
Can′t keep meetin' like this
All this sneakin′ around and shit
Better be real, can't be beggin' this year
One of us hitting the switch
Boutta go nuclear in this bitch
Droppin′ that bomb on the both of us, bitch
Knowin′ that shit, scratch that itch, sick of this ish
Won't be a hollaback bitch
Won′t be a hollaback bitch
Won't be a hollaback bitch
Won′t be a hollaback bitch
Won't be a hollaback bitch
Won′t be a hollaback bitch
(yeah)
Back out, bully in bed
Don't give a fuck about givin' no head
(no head)
Cake book comes to the weak boy there
Shy comes first and the rest can wait
No time for needs, other than me
Might just fuck you to the knee
High on drama, don′t give a fuck about karma
Leave him on read, you can call if you wanna
Switch, whisper any boy that talks
If he wantin′ checks then shy girl walks
Done with being the sad long talk, sick of this ish
Won't be a hollaback bitch
Won′t be a hollaback bitch
Won't be a hollaback bitch
Won′t be a hollaback bitch
Won't be a hollaback bitch
Won′t be a hollaback bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Won't be a hollaback bitch
(Breathe in)
(Breathe out)
Won't, won′t, won′t be a hollaback bitch
Won't be a hollaback bitch
Won′t be a hollaback bitch
Won't be a hollaback bitch
Won′t be a hollaback bitch
Won't be a hollaback bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Won′t be a hollaback bitch
You like when I touch it like this
Make you wanna hollaback, shit
She a lil' freak on freak
Don't care, she gon′ choose one wish
(choose one wish)
Hands tied up again
(mmm)
It′s a thin line within
Tight dress, she a problem
Got her stretched out in the coupe with the sauna
(damn)
Here we 'bout to start somethin′
Real nigga out in London
(real nigga out in London)
Pull a heart rate jumpin'
(pull a heart rate jumpin′)
Good dick comin' straight from the source
(straight from the source)
Move on this with force
Yeah, I pull up with Porsche
She gon′ fuck me of course
(yeah)
Yeah, nah, I won't be a hollaback bitch
Won't be a hollaback bitch
Won′t be a hollaback bitch
Won′t be a hollaback bitch (of course, she want me to call her back, you know?)
Won't be a hollaback bitch
Won′t be a hollaback bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
(yeah)
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
(I like where this is headed)
Won't be a hollaback bitch
(no)
Won′t be a hollaback bitch
I won't be a hollaback bitch, no
Won′t be a hollaback bitch
Won't, won't, won′t be a hollaback bitch
Won′t be a hollaback bitch
Won't be a hollaback bitch
Won′t be a hollaback bitch
Won't be a hollaback bitch
Won′t be a hollaback bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Won't be a hollaback bitch
Unless you want me to call her back, you know
(Mmm)
(Demon time)
(Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch...)
Writer(s): Alexander Crossan, Sheldon Young, Jerome Castille, Blane Muise
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