Bullet (Dream Wife Remix)

[Verse 1: Amy Love]
I'm not ashamed of it
(It's my body, it's my mind, do what I want with it)
I'm not ashamed of it
(It's my body, it's my mind, do what I want with it)
Bitches and hoes
Diamonds and gold
Ice around my neck so that everybody knows
Bitches and hoes
Diamonds and gold
Ice around my neck so that everybody knows

[Chorus: Amy Love]
Asking for it
I know what you want
I know what you want
I don't owe you one
I'm a rocket, I hit
Like a bullet, son
Like a bullet, son
You ain't getting none
I'm not—
Who the fuck you calling?
I'm that girl you couldn't get and now you hate me for it
I'm not asking for it
Don't you ever touch my hair unless you're paid to cut it

[Verse 2: Amy Love]
It's my prerogative
I don't dress up to impress, you're such a narcissist
I'm not ashamed of it
It's my body, it's my mind, do what I want with it
Bitches and hoes
Diamonds and gold
Ice around my neck so that everybody knows
Bitches and hoes
Diamonds and gold
Ice around my neck so that everybody knows

[Chorus: Amy Love]
Asking for it
I know what you want
I know what you want
I don't owe you one
I'm a rocket, I hit
Like a bullet, son
Like a bullet, son
You ain't getting none
I'm not—
Who the fuck you calling?
I'm that girl you couldn't get and now you hate me for it
I'm not asking for it
Don't you ever touch my hair unless you're paid to cut it

[Bridge: Amy Love, Rakel Mjöll, Both]
(I'm not asking for it)
(I'm not asking for it)
(I'm not asking for it)
(I'm not asking for it)
Is it too much for your ego
When I say, "See ya, amigo"?
Is it too much for your ego
When I say, "See ya, amigo"?

[Chorus: Amy Love]
Asking for it
I know what you want
I know what you want
I don't owe you one
I'm a rocket, I hit
Like a bullet, son
Like a bullet, son
You ain't getting none
I'm not—
Who the fuck you calling?
I'm that girl you couldn't get and now you hate me for it
I'm not asking for it
Don't you ever touch my hair unless you're paid to cut it
Asking for it
I know what you want
I know what you want
I don't owe you one
I'm a rocket, I hit
Like a bullet, son
Like a bullet, son
You ain't getting none
I'm not—
Who the fuck you calling?
I'm that girl you couldn't get and now you hate me for it
I'm not asking for it
Don't you ever touch my hair unless you're paid to cut it