| I’m in that new school, G5 wagon
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| Color, Komodo Dragon
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| My bitch look like she Jasmine
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| My nigga look like Aladdin
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| NKOTB, bitch
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| All these bitches is has-beens
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| I CPR’d the game
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| And now all these bitches is gasping
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| I be on that other
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| Nigga, don’t get me aggy
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| I’m Mrs. Fatality
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| Endings do not be happy
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| These loser-ass bitches know I never gotta stunt
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| Talk behind my back
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| Cause they never in the front
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| Bitch bow down
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| Better give me what I want
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| Feed me berries out in Paris
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| While I’m counting my croissant
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| These bitches is awful
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| And me I spit that Gospel
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| That lyrical, biblical, Holy Ghost, Pentecostal
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| And bitch don’t run up on me
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| I give the fade to who want me
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| And you don’t want that shade
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| You better off where it’s sunny
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| And I don’t need no friends bitch
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| I’m better off with my money
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| Just alert the fucking masses
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| Let 'em know that it’s coming, like
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| (I was wearing it first)
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| I’m on that «Fuck what you say
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| It’s my way»
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| Fashion Week, I’m out here slaying
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| Dressed in, like, all the latest
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| Bitch, you know my money long
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| Everybody sing this song
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| (I'm not even concerned)
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| I’m on that «Fuck what you say
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| It’s my way»
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| Fashion Week, I’m out here slaying
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| Dressed in, like, all the latest
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| Killing these motherfuckers
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| And shitting on all these haters
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| I’m in that new school, G5 wagon
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| Color, Komodo Dragon
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| Riding beside a baddie that only cares about fashion
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| I’m in that new school, R8 Spyder
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| I’m now known as messiah
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| Riding beside a baddie that only wants to get higher
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| I’m that brand new Murciélago
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| On my way out to Cabo
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| Riding beside a baddie that’s never once left Toronto
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| Yo, I like to brag alone
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| Fuck dudes in rag and bone
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| Obsess over chicks who look like Mary-Kate & Ashley clones
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| Helmut Lang & Philiph Lim
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| Trashy bitch in classy clothes
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| Pop that shit then pop them pills
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| 'Til I feel like a fancy drone
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| Never catch me at the club
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| I get high and dance alone
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| Bitch I’m on that boss shit
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| On that upper echelon
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| Y’all niggas know what kind of X I’m on
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| Y’all bitches scared get your sweatshop on
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| And I’m running everything with a motherfuckin' sprain
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| Watching the rest of y’all get your rest stops on
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| Everybody sing this song
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| Everybody sing this song
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| Everybody sing this song |