Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Better Than You, artist - Rye Rye. Album song Go! Pop! Bang!, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
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) |