Fierce

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