Lyrics B-Legit - B-Legit

I-I-I'm the shit With no makeup Don't have to curl my hair up All this booty here mine I'm a dolla worth a dime Real bosses stand up Ladies throw your hands up And say I know I'm cute
I know I'm fly
You ask me why Cause I'm the shit
Beat 'em like they stole something Beat 'em like they stole something All this booty here got them dreaming Let me hold something Lemme lemme hear that boy Lemme lemme rear that boy Let me get the most expensive car
And let me steer that boy Real big pretty titty Shut down any city If you want the kit kitty Gotta get the key for me All new everything Plus pay the rent fo' me
If we in the wilderness Bitches pitch a tent for me Tent for me, tent for me, get my body Long hair no make up doing pilates Those niggas don't stand on my damn zanotti's
All them bitches is my sons but who's the daddy?
I-I graduate with honors I ball Nate O' Conner
I did a freestyle then I got a shoutout from Obama Yes, Yes I am ill
I go in for the kill Hoes is my sons birth control I am on the pill What I gotta do what I gotta do to 'em Step up in the club everybody like who 'dem Girls, girls, me and my girls Watcha done did I need some referrals Motherfuckers know I'm the shit legit And if a motherfucker don't he can suck my dick I tell 'em everybody else is my opposite I put 'em on the gang give 'em 5 percent
I-I-I'm the shit With no makeup Don't have to curl my hair up All this booty here mine I'm a dolla worth a dime Real bosses stand up Ladies throw your hands up And say I know I'm cute
I know I'm fly
You ask me why Cause I'm the shit
I'm like really famous
I got a famous anus No, not Famous Amos
All this famous heinous Lemme lemme hear that boy Lemme lemme rear that boy All this money coming in But I never share that boy No lipstick no lashes out But I got a real big ol' ratchet though I said dude yo dude you packing out He said he want good box like Pacquiao I said well my name Nicki and it's nice to meet ya
If ya really wanna know I give ya my procedure Got a whole bunch of pretty gang in my clique And we looking for some ballers alopecia
I hate wack niggas I should really slap niggas These niggas tripping when I put them on the map niggas How you gonna break that How you gonna fake that Ain't at no wedding but all my girls caked high Sleeping on me no mattress though I'm a burn the beat down no matches though No they can't keep up they molasses slow I'm the greatest Queens bitch with the cash's flow
L-L-Looking at me like it's my fault
T-T-Trying take sneak pictures with their i
Phone
I like independent bitches like July 4th
Now that's what young Harriet died for
I-I-I'm the shit
With no makeup
Don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I'm a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I'm cute
I know I'm fly
You ask me why
Cause I'm the shit