Lyrics

Well you know I'on have a problem with nobody This is what I was saying! If anybody got a problem with me Then we could get it poppin' And this is whatever! You got your own opinion on me? I do not give a fuck what you think You bitches wanna get it, y'all can get it from us good You niggas wanna feel it fuck a wisha that he would You think you gonna hit but you is not getting shit You think you gonna hit but you is not getting shit You bitches wanna get it, y'all can get it from us good You niggas wanna feel it fuck a wisha that he would You think you gonna hit but you is not getting shit You think you gonna hit but you is not getting shit Throw 'em up muthafucka It's that bitch Blanco Smooth cat, new jack, L'uciano I've been all around the world Stacking this paper Hard body, every city, nigga A.C Slater I'm the rock in Gibraltar Every bitch bow down Niggas gonna rock when they hear this sound Stuck in the pop like "aratatat" And these ho niggas Shook be the cha cha cha Made One fifty k off a free mix tape Wake up in my bed, didn't that shit feel great? Yeah I'm dressed in black How ya girls like that? Ya'lls vendetta can sweater I'm ahead of the pack I-I-I was robbing niggas for dolce panties! Running Tina for Tito on all them Coney Island kings "Them uptown boys can't get pushed the word!" But 'em brownsville niggas, yo they boxed the skirt You bitches wanna get it, y'all can get it from us good You niggas wanna feel it fuck a wisha that he would You think you gonna hit but you is not getting shit You think you gonna hit but you is not getting shit You bitches wanna get it, y'all can get it from us good You niggas wanna feel it fuck a wisha that he would You think you gonna hit but you is not getting shit You think you gonna hit but you is not getting shit I'mma take you to the future robots and androids Girls named Droidica, cops on the convoys I am a tomboy, I am the tank girl Back to the future, fly through the space world It's a new year and I came here to conquer I am the new bitch, I am a problem Just like the Clone Wars, I got my armor Throw on my war paint, I am Titonka I'm the only bitch in the Bronx rocking Chanel High top bun, french tip nail Only fuck with niggas that was tipping the scale Looking' fresher than kale, money falling like hail I do things that that these little boys dream of They still messy with the pampers need the clean up I come clean; they call me Noxzema "Noki, wanna check?" And I come in with the Beema! You bitches wanna get it, y'all can get it from us good You niggas wanna feel it fuck a wisha that he would You think you gonna hit but you is not getting shit You think you gonna hit but you is not getting shit You bitches wanna get it, y'all can get it from us good You niggas wanna feel it fuck a wisha that he would You think you gonna hit but you is not getting shit You think you gonna hit but you is not getting shit
Writer(s): Michael Quattlebaum, Bill Salas, Destiny Frasqueri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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