| The picture perfect boss ass bitch
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| The Gucci sunnies for the hell of it
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| The goddess with a plan that don’t need a man
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| To go out and own that shit
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| You feelin' good, but your body’s wantin' more
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| Bad bitch, I’m a boss, here to light up the floor
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| I got my red-bottom strap, Fendi purse in my lap
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| While your man is swipin' right, givin' me the double-tap
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| He wants that sugar-sugar, ice cold bling-bling
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| Hanging from his neck while he plays with his thing-thing
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| The picture perfect boss ass bitch
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| The Gucci sunnies for the hell of it
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| The goddess with a plan that don’t need a man
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| To go out and own that shit
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| We’re gonna take the night, come on and take a bite
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| You gotta just take control, girl
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| You wanna get with me, a full-fledged fantasy
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| You gotta just take control, girl
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| Bitch, bitch…
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| Bitch…
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| I’m on top and it’s got you mad, turnin' green
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| I got your ass on block, it ain’t nothin' to me
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| They call me «bitch,» I’m a supermodel
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| You eatin' dust, I’m goin' full-frontal
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| I got your man, sliding into my DM’s
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| He told me that you don’t take care of him
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| The picture perfect boss ass bitch
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| The Gucci sunnies for the hell of it
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| The goddess with a plan that don’t need a man
|
| To go out and own that shit
|
| We’re gonna take the night, come on and take a bite
|
| You gotta just take control, girl
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| You wanna get with me, a full-fledged fantasy
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| You gotta just take control, girl
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| Bitch, bitch…
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| Bitch…
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| I’m the bitch…
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| I’m the bitch… |