| See it’s two types of bitches in the world
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| You gotta broke bitch, you gotta rich bitch
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| That would explain what I am And what my girl Missy is We da rich motherfuckin’BITCHES!
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| That’s right
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| Then you got a bitch like me Who just stand above all bitches
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| That excludes my girl Missy, Mary
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| You know what I’m saying
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| But ya’ll know what the fuck I mean
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| I’m the Queen Bee-itch
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| That’s right motherfucker what?
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| Ya’ll gotta problem wit’it come see me A motherfucker ain’t taking my title
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| Or my girl Missy title or my girl Mary title
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| What, that’s right you see
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| Only bitches like us are allowed to play a game a chess
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| A real queen needs a king
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| You damn motherfuckin’I don’t nigga laying under me That I can’t do for me what I can’t do for my motherfuckin’self
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| So when ya’ll see me in the street
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| This is what I want ya’ll to do Fix your lips, put 'em together nicely and say
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| Say it along, say it along now
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| Say «She's a BITCH!!!»
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| I was walkin’real slow to the dancefloor
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| He was lookin’at my ass and I turned him up I see him talkin’to his boy on his cellaphone
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| I looked at him and all he could say was
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| «Damn baby, bring it on»
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| I talk shit but I come thru like a storm
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| I keep my piece so sweet yeah nice and warm
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| And all he could feel was this «Love baby»
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| About what they think
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| What they say
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| They can call me a freak
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| Call me anything they wanna name
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| I don’t give a, I don’t give a I just wanna take him home
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| Take him to the house
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| And turn 'em him
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| He ain’t checkin’for you
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| About what they think
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| What they say
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| They can call me a freak
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| Call me anything they wanna name
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| I don’t give a, I don’t give a I just wanna take him home
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| Take him to the house
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| And turn 'em him
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| He ain’t checkin’for you |