Yeah, Joanne f#cking Prada
What? You thought I was gone?
You f#cking b#tch
What the f#ck you thought? I still look hot
Say you wanna f#ck ’til I bleed
N***a, give me what you got
They say I’m onto nothing
b#tch, I’m onto something
They see the follow button (Hit me, baby, one more time)
I’ll break your cl#t with my front teeth
You faggots think you’re so cunty
Miss Voodoo p#ss#, now that’s me
b#tch, that’s tea
Fist f#ck me, I’m real fish
You heard “Gutta”, I’m a real b#tch
Now pray to Britney and pray to Lindsay
‘Cause I’m Satan, that’s real sh#t
You’re on the bottom, I’m at the top
b#tch, I’ll never flop
I’m the queen of pop
Queen of pop, queen of pop
Queen of pop, b#tch, I’m the queen of pop
Prada’s coming down to Hollywood
I’m gonna make it in that neighbourhood
They love the smell of me in Hollywood
How could I hurt you when I look so good? Ugh
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