Lipstick

[Verse 1: Melodramatic Baddie]
Why you all up in my business
You're on my fucking hit list
They call me overdramatic
Even though I’m just melodramatic
Yeah, I'm a baddie, obviously
I mean what don't you see
The bbl and the face lift
Ain’t the only thing that make me pretty
Make you insecure
My songs are the cure
To your ugly face, you is a whore
Imagine looking like you
I'd be devastated
Like be forreal
You really think you ate it up
Go 'head
Eat my dust, my crust
And say thank you
Maybe I'm stressed
Maybe I'm depressed
At least I'm still best dressed
Gucci bags and Versace Heels
I be eating them big meals
Who talking shit on me?
That's a case I'll have to handle
Grab the handle
Go reverse, run them over
With one crazy verse

[Chorus: Paris Lee]
Lipstick on my face
We got no time to waste
You keep wanting more
Step up the dancefloor
Keep up with the speed
Satisfaction guaranteed
Just cause you fuck with the queen
Doesn’t mean that makes you a king

[Verse 2: Alice O]
Bitches on my nerves
Talking ’bout success I don't deserve
I’ma spill my shit
Feeling myself can be lit
They be calling me toxic and all sort of names
But what they're missing is the name "fame"
Yes, I'm pretty and skinny
Everything they wanna be
They all just look like wannabes
A look alike of me, that's all I see
Flopped and tanked
I get them mad as you can see
They get big mad when I come through with that big energy
I get everything i want ’cause I earned it
You bitches won't talk to me unless you deserve it
Only A-listers in my dms
All these other bitches I leave on read
Nobody ever leave me on delivered
All I do is deliver

[Chorus: Paris Lee]
Lipstick on my face
We got no time to waste
You keep wanting more
Step up the dancefloor
Keep up with the speed
Satisfaction guaranteed
Just cause you fuck with the queen
Doesn't mean that makes you a king

[Post Chorus: Alice O, Paris Lee, Melodramatic Baddie]
Hoes be mad when I'm making my moves
In other words I be making my rules
Either way I got nothing to lose
Step on you I might just hit snooze
Who gon' sleep on me?
Nobody, hoe
My lipgloss popping
Look at me, hoe
Can't take your eyes off, you're glued
My kisses stick all over your face
Like lipstick

[Bridge: Dolores Paris, Sophia Truthfully, Melodramatic Baddie]
We don't need to brag
Put that money in my bag
Got me spitting on that mic
Got me chocking on that rich
I don't sign no papers unless I see big bills
Money makes me scream
Gucci makes me scream
All that Chanel makes me scream
We be eating, no crumbs
Period

[Chorus: Paris Lee]
Lipstick on my face
We got no time to waste
You keep wanting more
Step up the dancefloor
Keep up with the speed
Satisfaction guaranteed
Just cause you fuck with the queen
Doesn't mean that makes you a king