[Verse 1] Live from the Bad Bitch Headquarters Birthin’ these hoes, I’ve got four daughters I’m the realest, what I got to show for it? Let Jesus take the wheel and I chauffeur it Peter Piper picked Perry to push But I’m the shit, no spake or flush And I don’t mean to be over they heads When I’m spittin’ the verses like I’m bunkin’ their beds Boss – I could put you life on standby Don’t need security, I move like a samurai Broke and envious, they lookin’ with the green eye I don’t roll up, but I aim high Paparazzi, that’s what the fame buy Suited for the game, but it’s no tie
[Hook] Reportin’ live from the jungle Now how many real hoes wanna rumble? Reportin’ live from the jungle Now how many real hoes wanna rumble? Wanna rumble with the B, huh? Huh? Huh? Wanna rumble with the B, huh? Huh? Huh?
[Verse 2] Never stop – never fold Can’t school me with financial holds I was bumpin’ Ether, I was coppin’ Hov It’s my time, so I’m clockin’ hoes You can only do what I let you Who the fuck are you to say I never impressed you? Filthy mouth, need potty trainin’ I’m into something, could tell from my body language Anybody could get it, ask Pacquiao On the hunt for the crown, bitches better bow down ‘Cause I’m only 21 with a hell of a style I’m in the bank – you in denial I’m too nice to ever play nice Give advice, look at the bigger picture, not the likes If your nigga a hoe, then you a dyke I’m provocative but they don’t wanna fight
[Hook] Reportin’ live from the jungle Now how many real hoes wanna rumble? Reportin’ live from the jungle Now how many real hoes wanna rumble? Wanna rumble with the B, huh? Huh? Huh? Wanna rumble with the B, huh? Huh? Huh?
[Verse 3] My appearance don’t need no clearance Good credit, nothin’ in the name of my parents Check my balance, check my merits I can’t be broke, like 7 (divide that) Get pampered, mani’ and a pedi’ Keep yourself together, bitch that’s petty I can’t socialize with chicks that’s petty Fine women like me, I ain’t plenty Ain’t many, my ego ain’t mini Old heads stingy, respect gotta give me Rap finicky, too many gimmicky I just put the words to the beat but I ain’t industry I ain’t industry… Spit the words to the beat, but I ain’t industry
[Hook] Reportin’ live from the jungle Now how many real hoes wanna rumble? Reportin’ live from the jungle Now how many real hoes wanna rumble? Wanna rumble with the B, huh? Huh? Huh? Wanna rumble with the B, huh? Huh? Huh?
[Outro] This is not a test If you aggie, then get at me I double dare you (this shit is classic) Big Oprah couldn’t pay you to do itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
