fake ass bitches

Oh my god, look at her butt!
Oh my god, look at her butt!
Oh my god, look at her butt!
Oh my god, look at her butt!
Oh my god, look at her butt!
Oh my god, look at her butt!
Oh my god, look at her butt!
Oh my god, look at her butt!
This-this-this-this-this-

By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and fuck him in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (My anaconda...)

By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and fuck him in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun
(My anaconda don't!)

I'm gonna love you
Until you hate me
And I'm gonna show you
What's really crazy
You should've known better
Then to mess with me, heartache
I'm gonna love you, I'm gonna love you
Like a black widow, baby (It's just...)

I'm gonna love you
Until you hate me
And I'm gonna show you
What's really crazy
You should've known better
Then to mess with me, heartache
I'm gonna love you, I'm gonna love you
Gonna love you

I'm gonna love you
Until you hate me
And I'm gonna show you
What's really crazy
You should've known better
Then to mess with me, heartache
I'm gonna love you, I'm gonna love you
Gonna love you

Punch line Queen, no boxer though
Might pull up in a Porsche, no boxster though
Tell a hater, "Yo don't you got cocks to blow?"
Tell them Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a ho
And they said I got 5 in a possible
Don't go against Nicki, impossible
I done came through with my wrist on Popsicle
Man these hoes couldn't ball with a Tosticle, nigga

Your lipstick stain
Smells like a cheap hotel
Di-di-di-diamond watches and a gold chain
Can't make my frown turn around

The boys always spending all their money on us
The boys always spending all their money on love

They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
Clone it, own it, Yeah yeah
Dial it, Dial it paper chase it get that money
Yeah yeah

You get high and fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it to-to-to-to-t-

You get high and fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it to-to-to-to-t-

Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, t-t-t-t-
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, t-t-t-t-
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, t-t-t-t-
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, t-t-t-t-
Lose it
Lose it
Lose it
Lose it
Lose it t-t-t-t-
Lose it toni-t-t-t-