Intro
Every single day i get called a b#tch, i think i’m kinda starting to like it
Can you feel the power?
Can you feel the power? yeah
You got some nerve to say that, i’m applauding the audacity
Wanna compliment the devil, some may call that blasphemy
I’m a f#cking hustler but a girl don’t sound like cassidy
6 figures in your statement and you’d still just be a pass for me
Let me show you how a b#tch talk
Bow down call me big boss
Sayonara baby
Go back to your b#tch watch
Look at the moves that a b#tch got
Boom i’m a big shot
Sayonara baby
Go back to your b#tch watch
Verse 1
I got love for my fans and my dildos
The second is hidden in my pillow
The first is the reason i don’t kill though
I ain’t sus boy catch my lingo
My soul is whiter than a gringo
Nothing to hide, nеver tiptoe
Stay silent, got no ringtonе
It’s that f#ckin impostor syndrome (yeah yeah)
Hit it from the top boy hit it from the top
I don’t need a man, sugar iont need a rock
I ont need to prove that i’m a jenny from the block
Only need two fingers you can call me mr spock
Sugar mama in the making
Royal in the drapping
Hard caramel no flakin’
No ratchet, watch your phrasing
Confident and smarty
In my pants in my panties
I don’t throw no pity party
Even if my mood it varies
My skin it taste like coal
But my privates taste like berry
Might call all these f#ckboys tom
Cause they chase me like im jerry
Chorus
If i act cool i’m a b#tch
If i f#ck good i’m a b#tch
If i fight you i’m a b#tch
Guess i am all i wished
If i act cool i’m a b#tch
If i f#ck good i’m a b#tch
If i fight you i’m a b#tch
Guess i am all you wished
Can you feel the power?
Can you feel the power?
Verse 2
All that glitters is not gold
You can stink without no mold
The same man who live under your roof
Likes to pick girls on the side of the road
The difference between a prude and a wh#re
You say is the length of their robes?
But i swear none of this, even f#ckin matters
Eventually both will be gropped
Chorus
If i act cool i’m a b#tch
If i f#ck good i’m a b#tch
If i fight you i’m a b#tch
Guess i am all i wished
If i act cool i’m a b#tch
If i f#ck good i’m a b#tch
If i fight you i’m a b#tch
Guess i am all you wished
I’m a b#tch…
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Tracy De Sá Lyrics – b#tch