Ay yo, ain't talkin' housewives, but I'm in the Porsche First I'ma scorch her, then I'ma torch her Then I'ma torture her, then I'ma off her A million dollars for a show, they made their off-er Go against Nicki, it's gon' cost ya 'Cause now it's fuck ya, intercourse ya I rep Queens where they listen to a bunch of Nas I'm a yes and these bitches is a bunch of nahs Tryin’ to win a gunfight with a bunch of knives I win, get off the bench and give a bunch of fives I don't see her Bitch I'm the greatest, no Kendrick and no Sia I'm the iPhone, you the Nokia Everybody know you jealous, bitch it's so clear Tell them bum ass bitches to play their role She see my sexy ass every time she scroll I got it in the can, Dole Your career gon' be with Anna Nicole Witcha dumbass face She ain't eatin' but I swear she got some bum ass taste Text her man like, "Dawg, how that bum ass taste?" Pay your rent! And stay in your bum ass place Oooohhh, oh you the qu-e-e-the queen of this here? One platinum plaque, album flopped, bitch, where? (bitch, where?) Hahaha, ahhhhh I took two bars off just to laugh You see, silly rabbit, to be the queen of rap You gotta sell records, you gotta get plaques S, plural like the S on my chest Now sit your dumbass down You got an F on your testTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
