NO SIR (FREESTYLE) - Bree Runway

Oh my God!

Wa-woha, wooha?

Wooha

Hahahahaha

What the hell am I even gonna talk about?

Yea, yea

You know I ain’t wholesome

I need two of them niggas like the Olsens

They say that I’m too fun

Skin brown like the Henny, baby, pour some

You know I ain’t wholesome

I got two of them niggas like the Olsens

They say that I’m too fun

Skin brown like the Henny, baby, pour some

No sir

You cannot sleep on me, no sir

I ain’t a cold serve

Real pop girl shit like the posters

No sir

You cannot sleep on me, no sir

I ain’t a cold serve

Real pop girl shit like the posters

Ooh, ya need some more

You ain’t never seen a girl like me before

That’s why when you leave the door

You deleting the numbers of all your whores

Hey, platinum pussy too magic

Buy me a Lambo and a horse carriage

Then we can talk about marriage

Bust me down in VVS, I ain’t average

Serving you drama, sex, fashion, couture

And everything snazzy

You wanna treat me all flashy dashing

So I can tell my friends that I’m calling you daddy, uh

No sir

You cannot sleep on me, no sir

I ain’t a cold serve

Real pop girl shit like the posters

No sir

You cannot sleep on me, no sir

I ain’t a cold serve

Real pop girl shit like the posters