Ms. Whitman Karaoke - Bhad Bhabie

This title is a cover of Ms. Whitman as made famous by Bhad Bhabie

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With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Same as the original tempo: 160 BPM

In the same key as the original: Gm, Fm

The song begins a cappella

Duration: 02:11 - Preview at: 01:43

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Release date: 2025
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, In English

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Lyrics Ms. Whitman

Thought I wasn't gonna come back for more you dumb dirty bitch
Why this bitch obsessed with me
I just don't understand
You sucked the dick straight out my ass
Who got the upper hand
I see why you ain't got no friends
You're Miss I'll-Fuck-Your-Man
Your stepmom burnt out
Why she took her sister's second-hand
I know your route
You're reachin' out
You need my name for clout
That stanky pussy got you kicked out the Kardashian house
You hit my DM like
No more diss songs
You tappin' out
I go rehab with this flow
Bitch I'm blackin' out
No you not a model
Give that flow right back to Latto
You ugly with no makeup
For some beats you fuck on Jacob
How many times I gotta tell these hoes I been that bitch
My money long, shit on the floor
Look like I print it uh
Seven foreign cars
Live on the Hills
My shit ain't rented
Keep my baby daddy name out yo' fuckin' mouth 'fore I Will Smith it
This ho belong all in the zoo
See I don't understand
She fucked on Tyga and killin' babies
I seen the sonogram
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 bitch, not me
They fucked you back to back to back
That could never be me
Ain't speakin' facts
She make me laugh
I call her Marlon Wayans
Them NFL boys ran a train on you now you on the team
How this bitch got a thousand bodies
Ain't old enough to drink
Jackboy fucked that pussy out in Florida
You fuck on anything
I know about you
Just with little fame it's easy to get that whore up out 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
Damn Alabama
You a tramp Alabama
Wave this Drac' 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
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

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