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Iggy got the sauce, come and taste it in the kitchen Look inside my heart, bet you can't find any feelings Hit it all night, got no time for intermission Fall in love, I'm a drug, you might need an intervention Men inside my mentions shoot they shot but they keep missin' Take me on vacation, fuck you think? You must be trippin' All my haters got 'em shakin' in my presence like it's Christmas Put a mistletoe above my ass for you to kiss it
Now, is that right? Ho, is that right? Heard they catchin' up to me, ho, is that right? Heard that you had sex with me, oh, is that right? You could never fuck with me on my bad night Huh, is that right? Ho, is that right? You the one to knock me off, now is that right? Heard that I stopped goin' hard, now is that right? I'm a fuckin' superstar, get your facts right
Bitches bettin' on lot of shit when pull up in Bentley truck Tired of paparazzi, but I'm fly, so I don't give a fuck Drive a hundred, let my window down and throw some hunnids out Pop up on a bitch, like "What's all that shit you talkin' 'bout?" Colder than the winter but I'm shinin' like the sun Got designer on my body, got designer for my son I ain't worry 'bout the press I can see you pressed, you a mess Watch your mouth 'fore I'm at you bitches' neck, yeah
Now, is that right? Ho, is that right? Heard they catchin' up to me, ho, is that right? Heard that you had sex with me, oh, is that right? You could never fuck with me on my bad night Huh, is that right? Ho, is that right? You the one to knock me off, now is that right? Heard that I stopped goin' hard, now is that right? I'm a fuckin' superstar, get your facts right (BIA, BIA)
You think I'm trippin' off a bitch, then boy, you don't really don't know me I just been kickin' bitches off this rap shit, I'm a bully Bigger dog and big homie, ain't no flaw in my Rollie Heard it all, then seen it all and ain't not talkin', just show me Ah shit, where the fuck was I when they all got all rich? (Got all rich) Feelin' like I wanna slap a bitch, you know my palm itch Matchin' gifts with Iggy so he make it to my call list (Cash) Nasty with my bitches, now he askin' for Minajs (Uh) Freak girl, freak girl, yeah, that's me I got all this money on me, but please, don't ask me (Cash) All this gas I'm smokin' got my vocals so raspy (Cash) I been hearin' bitches gossip but it go past me, yeah
Now, is that right? Ho, is that right? (Bitch) Heard they catchin' up to me, ho, is that right? Heard that you had sex with me, oh, is that right? You could never fuck with me on my bad night Huh, is that right? Ho, is that right? You the one to knock me off, now is that right? Heard that I stopped goin' hard, now is that right? I'm a fuckin' superstar, get your facts rightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
