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Ay, ay ay, yeah Listen to me carefully These hoes are scared of me Don't wanna be compared to me Failure is rare in me Your man pull out my chair for me He wanna marry me My haters give me clarity And popularity I'm so fucking bossy It's a burden Everything I serve it Like a verdict Russian, Dutch, and German Flow that make you nervous In that Juicy Wagon 22's Lookin' murderous I pop my shoulder That picture gets exposure Got B's like Oprah My patience is bipolar I though I told ya Don't press me or I'll roll ya I won't be tolerating Shit from nobody cuz I am that bitch Imma, Imma that bih, yeah U know I'm that bih Can't get off of this dih, yeah I am that bih U know I'm that bih, yeah I am that bih U know I'm that bih I am that bih Imma, Imma that bih U know I'm that bih Can't get off this dih, yeah I am that bih U know I'm that bih, yeah I am that bih U know I'm that bih My sex appeal will know you out Mayweather, 50 rounds In labels you cannot pronounce "Les a achetés en France" Marilyn without the bleach And with the glasses on I'm 20 outta 20 please Try not to cry on me Now that all my dreams are manifesting Face is even bitchy When it resting I could write a million songs In my zone I do no wrong Chillin' at the crib t-shirt with no panties on I pop my shoulder That picture get exposure Got B's like Oprah My patience is bipolar I though I told ya Don't press me or I'll roll ya I won't be tolerating Shit from nobody cuz I am that bih Imma, Imma that bih U know I'm that bih Can't get off of this dih I am that bih U know I'm that bih I am that bih U know I'm that bih I am that bih Imma, Imma that bih U know I'm that bih Can't get off this dih I am that bih U know I'm that bih I am that bih U know I'm that bih I make the typical chicks Pick up a twitch QH initial, gold stamp On my kicks Lay it out for me Gracefully I don't trip I kick it real as I can kick it No script Go on and hate me, I feel you My reputation precedes you You talking down, I don't hear you My interjection is lethal Black cashmere sweater is see thru My icy glare need a ski-doo You heard of me guarantee you Ciz all your friends saying "Qveen who?" It's Herby baby and I ate So much cake It's my birthday Every and I be stayin' in LA Got so much sun Don't mind the shade That shit sound like a serenade While all of my haters be fadin' away See I might go ahead and replace them All your favorites I am that bih Imma, Imma that bih, yeah U know I'm that bih Can't get off of this dih, yeah I am that bih U know I'm that bih, yeah I am that bih U know I'm that bih, yeah I am that bih U know I'm that bih, yeah I am that bih U know I'm that bih, yeah Can't get off of this dih, yeah I am that bih U know I'm that bih, yeah I am that bih, yeah U know I'm that bih Thanks for stopping by You, you, you, you know I'm that bih
Writer(s): Steve Tirogene, Nick Noonan, Amy Heidemann Noonan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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