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What happened at the New Orleans? Bitch, I'm back by popular demand Y'all haters corny with that Illuminati mess Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh I'm so reckless When I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin') I'm so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana You mix that negro with that Creole Make a Texas bama I like my baby heir with baby hair And afros I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils Earned all this money But they never take the country out me I got a hot sauce in my bag, swag Oh yeah, baby, oh yeah I, ohh, oh, yes, I like that I did not come to play with you hoes, haha I came to slay, bitch I like cornbreads and collard greens, bitch Oh, yes, you besta believe it Y'all haters corny with that Illuminati mess Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh I'm so reckless When I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin') I'm so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana You mix that negro with that Creole Make a Texas bama I like my baby heir with baby hair And afros I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils Earned all this money But they never take the country out me I got a hot sauce in my bag, swag I see it, I want it I stunt, yellow-bone it I dream it, I work hard I grind 'til I own it I twirl on them haters, albino alligators El Camino with the seat low Sippin' Cuervo with no chaser Sometimes I go off (I go off) I go hard (I go hard) Get what's mine (take what's mine) I'm a star (I'm a star) Cause I slay (slay) I slay (hey), I slay (okay), I slay (okay) All day (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay) We gon' slay (slay), gon' slay (okay) We slay (okay), I slay (okay) I slay (okay), okay (okay), I slay (okay) Okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay Prove to me you got some coordination, cause I slay Slay trick, or you get eliminated When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay If he hit it right I might take him on a flight on my chopper, cause I slay Drop him off at the mall Let him buy some J's, let him shop up Cause I slay I might get your song played On the radio station, cause I slay I might get your song played On the radio station, cause I slay You just might be a black Bill Gates in the making Cause I slay I just might be a black Bill Gates in the making I see it, I want it I stunt, yellow-bone it I dream it, I work hard I grind 'til I own it I twirl on them haters, albino alligators El Camino with the seat low Sippin' Cuervo with no chaser Sometimes I go off (I go off) I go hard (I go hard) Get what's mine (take what's mine) I'm a star (I'm a star) Cause I slay (slay) I slay (hey), I slay (okay), I slay (okay) All day (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay), I slay (okay) We gon' slay (slay), gon' slay (okay) We slay (okay), I slay (okay) I slay (okay), okay (okay), I slay (okay) Okay, okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, cause I slay Prove to me you got some coordination, cause I slay Slay trick, or you get eliminated Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation, I slay Okay, ladies, now let's get in formation You know you that bitch when you cause all this conversation Always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper Girl, I hear some thunder Golly, look at that water, boy, oh lord
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