Hell cat

Well, she's a, she's a
Well, she's like, she's like it, oh
She's a hell cat, hell cat
Hell cat, hot trap

You know that guy with piccadilly eyes
Was talking to the French, but we didn't realize
But I'm over easy, cat's oughta please me
And he tried to get a wife, but he couldn't stay alive
Well, you know that dad with the rubber dab
Paints his fingers yellow, blue, and red
And you also know that she's a liar
Knowing only her desire

Fire in her eyes, burn
Perfume on the sky
Fingers cold as ice, freeze
Devil in disguise

Well, she's a, she's a
Well, she's like, she's like it, ooh but
She's a hell cat, hell cat
Hell cat, it's goal is scratch or fume