Heard you wanted a b#tch track
I guess I’m bringin’ the b#tch back
Heard you wanted a b#tch track
I guess I’m bringin’ the b#tch back
Heard you wanted a b#tch track
I guess I’m bringin’ the b#tch back
Heard you wanted a b#tch track
I guess I’m bringin’ the b#tch back
My p#ss# tastes like bible verses
Let’s carry big rocks in designer purses
Important as sh#t, b#tch, check the price
10 grand for a f#ck, b#tch, check the rates
Yeah, f#ck the states, I’m out overseas
Got 10 boys still gettin’ over me (I’m over)
Cash flowin’ up the #ss, got a busy #ss face so f#ck me fast
I’m snorting coke with Goldie Hawn
My t#tt#es out, no panties on
I’m soaking wet, I’m dripping sweat
I’m off the stage, man, f#ck the set
I’m fresh meat, fat lips
f#ck me on your mattress
A.E. b#tch, I’m that chick
My p#ss# juice is magic
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