Ain't talking housewives
But I'm in the Porsche
First I'ma scorch her
Then I'ma torch her
Then I'ma torture her
Then I'ma off her
A million dollars for a show
They made they Off-er
Go against Nicki
It's gon' cost ya'
'Cause now It's f*ck ya'
Intercourse ya'
I rep queens where they
Listen to a bunch of Nas
I'ma yes, and these b*tches is a bunch of nahs
Tryin' to win a gun fight
With a bunch of knifes
I win, get off the bench
And give a bunch of fives
I don't see her
b*tch I'm the greatest
No Kendrick
And No Sia
I'm the iPhone
You the Nokia
Everybody know you jealous
b*tch, it's so clear!
Tell 'em bum ass b*tches
To play they role
She see my sexy ass
Every time she scroll
I got it in the can
Dole!
Your career gon' be with
Anna Nicole
Witcha dumbass face
She ain't eatin'
But I swear
She got some bum ass taste
Text her man like
"Dawg, how that bum ass taste?"
Pay your rent!
And say in your bum ass place
Oh, you the que-en, the que-en
Of this here?
ONE PLATINUM PLAQUE
ALBUM FLOPPED
b*tch WHERE?
(b*tch where?)
(Laughs)
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I took two bars off
JUST TO LAUGH!
You see silly rabbit
To be the QUEEN OF RAP
You gotta SELL RECORDS!
You gotta GET PLAQUES
'S'
Plural, like the 'S' on my chest
Now sit yo' dumbass down
You gotta F on yo' test
(F on yo' test)