"Mom, Dad, I wanted to kill you, but I didn't want you dead"
Billboard top one hundred
Feel-feel my stomach, bi-bitch it's coming
Woman
Billboard top one hundred
Feel-feel my stomach, b***h it's coming
A woman and got a bun in the oven
Check the temp, grab your M.I.T.S, no runnin'
I'm luxurious, and I'm curious
Is he mysterious? The Fast and The Furious
When he in this p***y he is delirious?
Can you carry this? Come and deliver this
'Cause if you can't, then you ain't gonna hang with us
You won't go bang with us, 'cause we ain't gonna trust
All the s**t that you say, now, you're breathin' dust
Big, big, baby, trust
A bitch, like me don't ever rush, and when I'm talkin' shush
21 bees, 17 keys, each one of these, count 'em up please
Bees, bees, bees, can you hear, hear, hear the honey bees?
Trans rap tease, 'member me? Time to pay the fee
One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish
Coming directly for you b***h
Rent is way past due b***h
Stuck on that ass like glue, glue, glue b***h
Billboard top one hundred
Feel my stomach, b***h it's coming
Woman, woman
Billboard top one hundred
Feel my stomach, b***h it's coming
Woman, woman
Drip drop, give me top, that's what I taught him
When I met him, said, he doesn't bottom
Every trick I taught him, power vers bottom
This bout to chart 'em, Channing Tatum
And now, he's on the right way to a smack bottom
It's T to the O to the S-H to the no not Joshi come and eat this pie
Jingle jangle, watch him dangle, call him Django, that Man dingo
In a movie, Fandango, Alamo draft house make him tap out
This is the time you pull the cat out, rabbit out the hat, hey, batter, batter
Hear the chit, chit, chatter, rah, tee, tee, tee, tah, tah, tatter
Climbing that ladder, tip toe to the top, pit, pit, patter
Rain drops, drip drop top, top
Billboard top one hundred
Feel my stomach, b***h it's coming
Woman, woman, woman, woman
Billboard top one hundred
Feel my stomach, b***h it's coming
Woman, woman, woman, woman
Woman, woman, woman
I'm at the top, no taking my spot
That's what you thought, then you got caught
Almost got fought, God said, "Not."
This day Satan, running plays Peyton
No more manning catch me tanning
I've been planning, this is the touchdown
Can't take down, Keen bee
That's me, Fricassee, I'ma eat on this beat
Bi-billboard top one hundred
Feel my stomach, b***h it's coming
Wo-wo-wo-woman
