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Its the B-R-3 to the N-Y-A If it ain't Ps then I'm M.I.A Baddie at night and a baddie by day And if he eats good then send him my way ‘Cause I'm pretty with the skeng, I'm pretty with the pen Phone call from your nigga and he missin' me again Still up in the ends, finna cop a Benz I'm a Black Barbie tryna chill off with a Ken I'm a groovy chick, I'm a boujee bitch Yeah, I'll pop up on your ass on some movie shit I want the whole damn world with the moon in it Every time I kill a beat they're like “who did it”? Whole crew widdit, it's no rules to this They be mad at my lyrics 'cah the shoe fitted You's a lucky nigga if I let you hit it I switched it up, got a new image Cause I'm that bitch that all want a verse from Come tru fresh with my tight mini skirt on I ain't the shit? I don't know who you heard from While you was 'sleep, I've been gettin' my work on Been gettin' straight to the money Like Acen and Huddy Big back but she stiff, that's a waste of a body Your bae said he love me, I'm making him honey He wan' fly me out to a place where it's sunny I'm a bad girl, I do bad things And when I hop on the *mtchew* issa mad ting If I used to be your wife, that's a sad ting Came tru, straight mobbin' on the gang ting Like, what's happening? I'm the captain Better than me? That's a whole lot of cappin' I'm all about the Benjamins, no Franklin I wan' it all this year, it's no lackin' All I do is win, I can never take a loss And from the offset I been due to take off Ive been going cray doe tryna make a prof' You used to deal with lames, now you're fuckin' with the boss You're fuckin' with the baddest, my coochie game the maddest And I can make your night, I ain't talking about Gladys I used to be nice, now they turned me to a savage And when I'm on the mic, all I do is straight damage It's like, "who's the gyal inna di black Beamer?" Can't style on me, man I style cleaner If she think she a problem, she's a dreamer He jumped in head first, what, a nigga beaver? It's like, "who's the dark ting with the fat back?" (fat back) I do my gun lean then I trap mash (trap mash) They ain't really on things, they just act bad Ain't no Shade Room ting when I clap back Like buss that, they jealous me cause I does that They chasin' clout cah they tryna get they buzz back What's that? That nigga still ain't give you love back? Them bitches stay on my back like a rucksack Uh, I know you rate me I can't lie, I've been killing it lately I didn't wanna do it to ‘em but they made me I make a boy stand up, Slim Shady Every ting crisp, every ting cool, I got nuff class, I'm the baddest in the school If a nigga play me twice, I must be a fool I made him move fast like a three second rule I've been runnin' this ting from quay back I'm tryna double up my Ms like a Maybach Been sittin' back for a while now it's payback They on my old flows now, but that they can take that, uh, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
