Sara Fajira – Julite Ft. Eddie Tripleks

Are ya gonna cry little baby?
Yo think im gonna trust all your hypocrisy?
Stop right there lemme hit ya with no mercy
Honey, my gold precious than you dumbest teeny tiny witch
See I’m pullin to da club turn the tables flippin
Shout it out to me, tell me what you get?
Call me cruel, I’m da best than ya lil brat
Yo Little witch tryna hit me down, wait,

Rapp:
Oogie woogie spooky creepy and eerie they aint no scary them all just doodie,
they never better , easy to flatter, hit’em with platter, nicer with a ladder, go to your father, one way another, I’m Your fortune teller, You aint no helper, Aint no healer, Me no rapper,
Just a singer, im a rap controller,
You know, some girls are damn lame loco,
Playin so cold
Actin weirdo
Drunk in a beer tho
Now watch me waistin InIn,
It’s workin,
got me losin,
took me flyin,
I aint fakin
It’s bittin
money spendin,
Missed controlin
No ballin, lets rollin
stop bla bla bla bla bla bla i’m so shakin

Pre chorus:
You cant ever be like me
Put your eyes all over me
You cant run away from me, no
You cant ever be like me
You cant run away from me
Put your eyes all over me
You cant run away
Julit amat sih

Chorus:
Julit amat sih
S-A-R-A-F-A-J-I-R-A, that’s me
who’s that chick?
B-E-O-T-C-H, beotch
Gonna put u in a deep coma
You better run to yo mama
Ding dang, better run with lama
Gonna steal your lova
Hands up, cuz my style is lava

Get over yo fantasies
Buckle up to your fears and all over your years and your tears
When you start to take Baileys
I’m done with my Goldies
stuck in your 60’s
I’m over the 90’s
Bitches be fakin, I never be fakin, my style make you achin, y’know I’m gon’ raging

Yeah
Ha
Who’s dat?
It’s meh