Bambi bell of the boar
Benji better than 'em all
Never been a flaw
Pretty kid the mannequin
The clothes silly, never been a drawer
When I purr , better than the poor
All are stir when she on the floor
Giving it in all, champainge always on the pour
Some happy others can applaud
Dumb bitches how you bet of course
Run away, right on the shore
Take the prints ground and aquine
Shoot 'em down know the bitch is gone
Tell her brother's on carry on
Downtown niggers heard a song
It's ever on my head when it's warm
South get the critics in the morgue
Have it glee shawty he's a blown
Where the blue weave have blown
Other than my lawn,
They expect the bank and the poor
See I used to think I was fierce 'cause I was in all the houses
I won trophies, I used to munch trade for dollars too
But see I'm fiercer now
'Cause I got a job, I got an education
And I got somebody waiting at home for me god damn it
Now, one queen asked me the other day was it
She told me: Miss Thing you think you're fierce?
I said of course
She said: All queens think they're fierce; that's a miss Thing
All queens ain't me
I'll never plee on my feast with the eyes
But these rhyme and let you redesign
So she go ahead in time
Come queen with the set of prize
Witness the baddest bitch alive
Reporting from rebellion late
Gorgeous and so what is mine
A girl want to thrill and the rhyme
Dope as a pearl when it shines
Welcome to her house in the sky
Ahahaha
The house, the house
Work with the house
'Cause you paid 10 dollars to get on the ball
Work with the house
Work with the house
Work with the house
'Cause you paid 10 dollars to get on the ball
Work with the house
Work with the house
Work with the house
'Cause you paid 10 dollars to get on the ball
Work with the house
Work with the house
Work with the house
'Cause you paid 10 dollars to get on the ball
The house,the house
Work me God damn it
Fact that you get me moaning
Bad habit, my addiction where to show me
Mad addict and it did it to a friend
You better have tell it to a ten
Weigh down another to a shrim
Get together with the slim
Mermaid came on a swim
Wait to the gents, to my gyps and the spin
Turn tricks in the fucking end
He turns it to the fucking gym
You have gone mission to end
Come again,come again
You running with the brooms
And run to the gin
Bambi work it up like fellas in a gym
Hey fellas,fellas I'm better than a 10
I love in the gin like twelve on the skin
Young mademoiselle,that's ever way prouder
I'm giving them hell you bitches getting nada
