Lyrics Bratz - SpiceGurlPurp

Bitch you know I pull up quick, I'm on my other phone
Underground hoe you smokin' dirt I'm gettin' hella stoned
All you do is copy me, but I don't love a clone
You can never hit my blunt because I love to smoke alone
They ask me where I get my swag I said the Gucci store
SpiceGurl blowin' purp out the window
Goth bitch, all black, look like scarecrow
Machete on me I'ma aim it at your fuckin' throat

Came through I'm like bitch wassup
I just roll it up and you wanna try your luck
Tell a hoe catch my drift like I'm Ken Block
Fuck a bitch get rich 'cause I'm too hot
SpiceGurl so fresh 'cause I'm up next
I don't wanna chat so do not ever send a text
I won't tell you two times like I'm Famous Dex
When I walk into your city bitches break their necks
Yuuh I just want the check
I'm on a wave in a boat you look like ship wreck
Young bitch stack my money to my fuckin' neck
E.T. princess I'm from Star Trek
Yuuh oh my god
Posh Spice so nice so goth
Take everything you bought never get caught
I do whatever that I want 'cause it's fuck cops
Fuck a job I'ma just stay lit
I be doin' shit make these other hoes quit
I keep it real 'cause these bitches counterfeit
SpiceGurlPurp I'm your neighbourhood witch (Bitch)

Bitch you know I pull up quick, I'm on my other phone
Underground hoe you smokin' dirt I'm gettin' hella stoned
All you do is copy me, but I don't love a clone
You can never hit my blunt because I love to smoke alone
They ask me where I get my swag I said the Gucci store
SpiceGurl blowin' purp out the window
Goth bitch, all black, look like scarecrow
Machete on me I'ma aim it at your fuckin' throat

Brought all the juice to the motherfuckin section
Bitch I'm goin' that way you bitches got the wrong direction
Dropped outta school 'cause I cannot pay attention
Now they all show me love yeah they wanna show affection
Pulled up and you know I'm lookin' very rare
Bad witch wit a choker, diamonds in my hair
If I'm smokin on a woodz I ain't gotta share
SpiceGurl so Gucci they call me La Flare
If you ain't really with the shits then you should really quit
You on the block, trick or treat, but you just a trick
I keep it lit like a candle I ain't got no wick
I keep it fire in this bitch and I ain't got no Bic
You actin' like you Barbie, bitch, I'm a fuckin' brat
If you ain't really with the shits then I don't gotta chat
I feed my bitch backwoods just to relax
I'm only puffin on a blunt if it's really fat

Bitch you know I pull up quick, I'm on my other phone
Underground hoe you smokin' dirt I'm gettin' hella stoned
All you do is copy me, but I don't love a clone
You can never hit my blunt because I love to smoke alone
They ask me where I get my swag I said the Gucci store
SpiceGurl blowin' purp out the window
Goth bitch, all black, look like scarecrow
Machete on me I'ma aim it at your fuckin' throat