Lyrics Better Than You - Rye Rye, M.I.A.

Better Than You

«Anything you can do I can do better»
«I can do anything better than you»
«No you can’t»
«Yes I can»
«Can't»
I see you’re in the magazines jackin' my shit («No you can’t»)
I see you’re on the street straight rockin' my shit («No you can’t»)
But I do it better, way better than the chick («No you can’t»)
So while she do it small, I’mma do it real big
That whole outift that you’re wearing just dead
I showed you how to do it, like you was my kid
I was some big hair, and she went and got a wig
Where they do that at?
Bitches coppin' red wigs
I got them posh lips, the real Dr. Martens
Shawty said she got hers from the Walmart-in
She’s sarcastic, but I’m just smart and
What I said, did she take it to the heart, man?
«Anything you can do I can do better» («No you can’t»)
«I can do anything better than you»
So you’re in the magazines wearing my shit («No you can’t»)
You look good but I do it—"better"
Heard you singing songs that sounds like me («No you can’t»)
You do it good but I do it—"better than you"
And when I wear my tennis shoes, I wear 'em way better
And when I wear my heels, I wear 'em—"better"
And when I get my hair done, I get it way better
Then I go and get my nails done—"better than you"
Shawty got braids, so he swear that he a thug
I got that Amy Chu, so I look at him and mug
He standin' on the corner, posted up, with a
But I don’t do those, I can post too, what’s up
He got on Jay’s, I got the newer ones
You got dark blue, then I’m rockin' the bluer ones
She got on the dress, I got on the cuter ones
And she go to public school, I got to tutor 'em
So you’re in the magazines wearing my shit
You look good but I do it—"better"
Heard you singing songs that sounds like me
You do it good but I do it—"better than you"
And when I wear my tennis shoes, I wear 'em way better
And when I wear my heels, I wear 'em—"better"
And when I get my hair done, I get it way better
Then I go and get my nails done—"better than you"
I got imitators, haters, and some psychos
But what I hate most are bitches who are fame-hoes
Seen her at the party posing for photos
She don’t think about the world past painting clothes
Girls been doing rounds at the local mall
And I bet you too, doing dudes in rock 'n' roll
Facebook, face facts, girl you know that
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, you should post that
So you’re in the magazines wearing my shit
You look good but I do it—"better"
Heard you singing songs that sounds like me
You do it good but I do it—"better than you"
And when I wear my tennis shoes, I wear 'em way better
And when I wear my heels, I wear 'em—"better"
And when I get my hair done, I get it way better
Then I go and get my nails done—"better than you"
You wanna be the next, wanna-wanna be the next
Wanna-wanna be the next big thing,
Wanna be the next, wanna-wanna be the next
Wanna-wanna be the next big thing,
(I see you’re in the magazines jackin' my shit
I see you’re on the street straight rockin' my shit
But I do it better, way better than the chick
So while she do it small, I’mma do it real big)
Wanna be the next, wanna-wanna be the next
Wanna-wanna be the next big thing,
Wanna be the next, wanna-wanna be the next
Wanna-wanna be the next big thing,
(I see you’re in the magazines jackin' my shit
I see you’re on the street straight rockin' my shit
But I do it better, way better than the chick
So while she do it small, I’mma do it real big)