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    Bitches ain't serious
    Man, these bitches delirious
    All this bitches inferiors
    I just pimp my interiors
    I just picked up and go
    Might pick up a hoe
    Might give conversation,
    If you kick up the dough
    Never mind my money
    Never mind my stats
    Every bitch wanna be me
    You can find them in Saks
    Pink Friday 2 Milli
    Super bass triple plat

    When you see me on Ellen
    Just admit that I'm winning

    Do a show for Versace
    They request me by name
    And if they don't get Nicki
    It just won't be the same
    When I'm sitting with Anna
    I'm really sitting with Anna
    Ain't a metaphor, punchline
    I'm really sittin with Anna
    Front row at Oscar De La Renta posture
    Ain't a bitch that could do it,
    Not even my imposter
    Put these bitches on lockout, where the fuck is your roster
    I pull up in that new new
    Marinara and pasta

    Shake my head, yo I'm mad,
    Ain't a bitch in my zone
    In the middle of nowhere, I just feel so alone
    Got the certification, cause it come with the stone
    But this ice is so cold, that shit come on a cone
    That shit come on a cone
    That shit come on a cone
    And my ice is so cold, that shit come on a cone
    That shit come on a cone
    That shit come on a cone
    Cause my ice is so cold, that shit come on a cone

    7up went and gave my commercial to Cee-Lo
    But don't tell 'em I said it,
    Let's keep it on the d-low
    If you need you a look, just put me on your song
    But you know it'll cost about 6 figures long
    But you bitches ain't got it, where the fuck is your budgets
    Flying spurs for her
    Mean I'm fucking above it
    And I just got the ghost
    And I'm calling it Casper
    But this shit is so cold, it belong in Alaska

    Why the fuck am I styling
    I competes with myself
    When you win against Nicki, you've depleted your wealth
    And I'm not masturbating, but I'm feeling myself
    Paparazzi's is waiting, cause them pictures would sell
    Now don't you feela stupid, yeah that's egg on ya face
    If you wasn't so ugly
    I'd put my dick in yo face

    Dick in yo face
    Put my dick in yo face

    Shake my head, yo I'm mad,
    Ain't a bitch in my zone
    In the middle of nowhere, I just feel so alone
    Got the certification, cause it come with the stone
    But this ice is so cold, that shit come on a cone
    That shit come on a cone
    That shit come on a cone
    And my ice is so cold, that shit come on a cone
    That shit come on a cone
    That shit come on a cone
    Cause my ice is so cold, that shit come on a cone

    Dick in yo face
    Dick In yo face
    Dick in yo face
    Put my dick in yo face
    Put my dick in yo face, yeah yeah

    Yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah
    Yeah

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