Allstars MIC (feat. DnB Allstars)

Now you wanna try breathing down my neck

When you just on some next level flex

What the fuck you mean, bitch, try again

What the fuck you mean?

Now you wanna say we're better off friends

I got better nemeses than that

What the fuck you mean I want you back?

What the fuck you mean?

You did me dirty

You did me dirty

You did me dirty

You did me dirty

(So burn)

You did me dirty

You did me dirty

You did me dirty

You did me dirty

(So burn)

Rah, I cause vendettas

Won't shut me out like I'm Cinderella

Flow so cold, they ask me for a sweater

Alpha female

You're a mega beg

That's a you dilemma

Shellin' these men, they get agg like Shredder

Stuck in your teeth like a damn Refresher

And I'm so damn sweet you wanna spoon like dessert

Get dark like trapped in the cellar

If you don't shoot me, ties get severed

Wavey like ha, shout new era

I'm smiling, why? 'Cause I'm that villain

Let me bust it, no decker

Get a bitch triggered so boom, Beretta

It's over for you when I put in the effort

Stirring the pot, yeah, call me Nigella ('Ella)

See me rain, no umbrella

Anything you can do I can do better

When he pipe up, see me handle the pressure

My attitude bad

Skintight leather

See me rain, no umbrella

Anything you can do I can do better

See my handle the pressure

My attitude bad, bad

Oh

I bring the feminine

Short skirt, but it's elegant

My face is malevolent

Aim through 'em, just decadent

Ooh, that's what your breddah said

More cake then you're reckoning

He got trunked like an elephant

'Cause I'm top like Heaven is

Yeah, my bones in gelatin

Props, you're actin' relevant

I'm sick with the venom, I know

Still steady when I'm levelling up

I'm filling my cup with medicine

He hurt? Oh dear venison

I'm the blueprint skeleton

I rub the gash, your hand still peddling

Meddling to me, I'm Daphne

Gripping on the mash, you ain't even a has-been

Warner, bro, I'm looney

Tune in, tweety bird going nasty

You look sore, bad acne

Run from you like an unpaid taxi

Blonde hair, I'm so fancy

Pricks run to me like kids to candy

Curly, yeah, your boy's got his eye on me

She going off like expiry

He writing "Miss the Iffy" in his diary

Maccy D's fruit bag, he's so sad to me

Now chill, you're not fiery

Jaws drop for me, I'm so spicy

Your mosquito ain't fly, g

Think your hotspot, but your boy says I'm wifey