P.I.T.T.Y. (Parecendo Uma Cafetina)

(Hey, Stick)

Uh-huh
Hey, hey, hey
Uh, Tsunami Season

I like men the way I like my shoes
Quiet (shh), good-looking and tall
Sorry if I sound shallow, I'm trying to be better (uh-huh)
I'll try again on Monday, today's Friday, not happening
Sometimes I just say fuck it and act just like the guys
Like, I won't listen to your track if you've got a girlfriend
I won't like your Reels if I don't find you hot (nah)
And if I don't wanna fuck you, you're not walking with me (never)
I don't give a fuck, someone had to say it (fuck it)
Y'all are scared of pussy, maybe Freud can explain it (uh-huh)
I just said a few things with a pretty little face
And it's raining comments from men with mommy issues
Stick with me for a second, I've got a theory
They can't turn us into clones, that's why they don't listen to women
I swear I almost died, cause of death: Male Envy
Everything he touches turns to trash, opposite of Midas
I call my Glock Pitty, she rests right on the shelf
Stuffed toys and long nails, looking like a madam
Stuffed toys and long nails, looking like a madam
He wants to prove his worth? Put him to work on the corner
And he says I'm beautiful
With a piece on my waist, I'm beautiful and safe
I'm calm, not nice, please don't confuse yourself
I'm wicked to the bone, look at all this ass
We break you, then return you
Break you, then return you
To the only dumb poor girl willing to put you in her name (hey)
Why you whining? That's not man behavior
I said I loved you, but I'm not the same as yesterday (hey)
Tsunami Season

I'm trying to be better, sorry if I was mean
I'm doing Ho'oponopono and guided meditation
Cussing less, you know? Aligning my chakras
But sometimes I just say fuck it and act just like the guys

The guys keep saying all women rhyme the same, that we only talk about pussy, but like
Why do you hate it when we talk about pussy? Like, bro
Y'all are weird, I don't know

(Bv-bv-bvga, what are you doin'?)
(Da-da-damn, Torelli)