Pop out of the all-black Beamer
My song blasting through your speakers
Talk shit but you beg for features
You my student, bitch, I'm the teacher
When I drop got my stans going crazy
Shoutout to Brazil and Haiti
Writing hits for the gays now, baby
2k for a song, bitch, pay me
Get boys hooked like I'm adderall
When you fuck like me, it's natural
I'm known, I'm international
That Kid's a star after all
Bombastic, fantastic
When you look then you're looking right at it
Stop traffic, god magic
Pray to my pussy just like you're a Catholic
Who's he? (Who's he?)
Look at me, look at me
Sushi? (Sushi)
That bitch over there's a wannabe
Who's he? (Who's he?)
Look at me, look at me
Sushi? (Sushi)
That bitch over there's a wannabe (a wannabe)
Know you love the skinny waist in my crop top
Always look fresh to death, bitch, I pop off
Call me Kylie, big lips with the lip gloss
Pretty face, still a bitch don't get cross
Ride beats like I ride dick, come on
Got a real heavy flow, need a tampon
Everything that I do gotcha locked on
Ain't cute with the fade, boy, you're dead wrong
Like Rihanna, I shine like a diamond
Private airline just when I'm flying
Looking real cute on a private island
Stay running shit just like a tyrant
Baby girl, you know I'm next up
Pretty boy who can spit and a good fuck
Stop trying hoe, you know you suck
You'll never be me but bitch, good luck
Who's he? (Who's he?)
Look at me, look at me
Sushi? (Sushi)
That bitch over there's a wannabe
Who's he? (Who's he?)
Look at me, look at me
Sushi? (Sushi)
That bitch over there's a wannabe (there's a wannabe)
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