Ms. Whitman Lyrics – Bhad Bhabie

Read the full Ms. Whitman lyrics by Bhad Bhabie along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Bhad Bhabie's music, you can also explore I Made It and State Of Emergency, two other songs by Bhad Bhabie.

[Intro: Bhad Bhabie & The Inter Milan Ultras]
Go, go, go, go
Head so good, she a honor roll
You thought I wasn't gonna come back for more, dumb, dirty b!tch? (She ride the d!ck like a carnival)
I done did the impossible
Go, go, go, go
She ride the d!ck like a carnival
I done did the impossible

[Verse]
Why this b!tch obsessed with me? I just don't understand
You sucked the d!ck straight out my ass, who got the upper hand? (Haha)
I see why you ain't got no friends, you're Miss I'll-Fu*k-Your-Man (Fu*k your man)
Your stepmom burnt out, why she took her sister's second-hand? (Wow)
I know your route, you're reaching out, you need my name for clout (Clout)
That stanky pu*sy got you kicked out the Kardashian house (Ahahaha, stanky)
You hit my DM like, "No more diss songs," you tapping out (Tapping out)
I go rehab with this flow, b!tch, I'm blacking out (Blacking out)
No, you not a model, give that flow right back to Latto (Back to Latto)
You ugly without no makeup, for some beats you fu*k on Jacob (Dirty wh*re)
How many times I got to tell these hoes I been that b!tch? (Been that b!tch)
My money long, s*it on the floor, look like I printed, uh
Seven foreign cars, live on the Hills, my s*it ain't rented
Keep my baby daddy name out yo' fu*king mouth 'fore I Will Smith it (B!tch)
This ho belong all in the zoo, see, I don't understand (I don't understand)
She fu*ked on Tyga and killing babies, I seen the sonogram (I seen it)
Flex like me, wanna be just like me
But I got plaques, on plaques, on plaques like Soulja Boy teeth
Dye your hair like me, weird b!tch, not me
They fu*ked you back to back to back, that could never be me (Never be me)
Ain't speaking facts, she made me laugh, I call her Marlon Wayans (Hahaha)
Them NFL boys ran the train on you, now you on da team (Damn)
How this b!tch got a thousand bodies ain't old enough to drink?
Jackboy fu*ked that pu*sy out in Florida, you fu*k on anything (Jackboy)
I know about you
Just with little fame, it's easy to get that wh*re up out you (That wh*re about you)
Almost overdosed on a vape, nobody ain't call about you
I played a role to be your friend, to beat the smoke out you (Dumb b!tch)

[Chorus]
Damn, Alabama, you a tramp, Alabama
Wave this Drake out the window, God's plan, Alabama
Simon says stomp your feet, move your hands, Alabama
Bhabie says I'm up the street, like here I am, Alabama

[Outro]
You really dumb enough to think I'll tell you anything, you dumb, dirty ho, I wouldn't tell you what color socks I got on