I got that manna for you, mama
I'll take your money fool, send it off to the Bahama
I'll roast you, dry bake you, fry 'til you're golden, come on
I'm takin' no drama, only answer to your honor
They talk about bitches, they talk, that shit stop at me
Now bow down, don't freak out in the presence of a queen
They talk about big things, don't make none, 'cause deep down they sleep
Watch how-to vids, while to the top, I got a ticket going one way
Hey pretty
Aw, you really want my thunder
I guard the gates here
Guard the secrets while you wonder
Hey pretty
Aw, you really want my thunder
I guard the gates here
Guard the secrets while you wonder
Oh, oh
I know you pissed but I'ma be here for a minute
I tell you what, blink and watch how far I have ascended
I stand about 5'5", my reach high up there
I see them, I say nuh-uh and watch them get up out my way
To you bitches (What?)
I talk in tongues (What?)
Jztbyizemarzay, like all them witches (What?)
Do you follow? (What?)
When I flip off (What?)
I do my thing, I do my way, now can you dig it?
Hey pretty
Aw, you really want my thunder
I guard the gates here
Guard the secrets while you wonder
Hey pretty
Aw, you really want my thunder
I guard the gates here
Guard the secrets while you wonder
Oh, oh
Hey pretty
Aw, you really want my thunder
I guard the gates here
Guard the secrets while you wonder
Hey pretty
Aw, you really want my thunder
I guard the gates here
Guard the secrets while you wonder
Oh, oh
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