Slay, bitch
Slay, slay, bitch
Slay, bitch
Slay, slay, bitch

She's like a dairy machine
She makes a meal out of me
Like a milkshake in her hand
She's my Dion to Celine
Lighting bottled in the spring
Got an electric plan

So when you're going out tonight
And you're moving right
Like the satellite marching 'cross the sky
I'm gonna bide my time just right
Forget my stress on a flight
And put my hands up right when I land

Slay, bitch
Slay, slay, bitch
Slay, bitch
Slay, slay, bitch

She's like a dairy machine
She makes a meal out of me
Like a milkshake in her hand, woah
She's my Dion to Celine
Lighting bottled in the spring
Got an electric plan

So when you're going out tonight
And you're moving right
Like the satellite marching 'cross the sky
I'm gonna bide my time just right
Forget my stress on a flight
And put my hands up right when I land

Slay, bitch
Slay, slay, bitch
Slay, bitch
Slay, slay, bitch

Slay, bitch
Slay, slay, bitch
Slay, bitch
Slay, slay, bitch

Slay, bitch
Slay, slay, bitch
Slay, bitch
Slay, slay, bitch

Slay, bitch
Slay, slay, bitch
Slay, bitch
Slay, slay, bitch

Slay, bitch