Lyrics In Ya Face - Viandra

All my bad bitches can relate (Late)
When you look good and you got your shit together then they gonna hate
But I always kept my faith
Bitch i'm a star so it's only right that i pull up in a wraith (Oh, Oh, Oh)
I smoke an ounce, you smoke an eighth
And i can keep it real wit ya (Real wit ya)
These other bitches they from outer space (Yea)
I don't chase, i am the chase
And i can't wait to put it down on you, turn around and look you in ya face

I run alone you run in packs
Know your worth and add the tax
Old nigga comin' to me like a flashback (Back, back)
I stay woke insomniac
They sleep but i never lack
Imma always do it big ain't no holding back (Naw)
They tried to tell me to relax
But how the fuck can i relax when i got 100 stacks sittin' in my lap (How?)
Smoke until my lungs collapse
Got yo nigga runnin' laps for this pussy
Olympic medal like he running track (Ya)
He said i'm bad like Michael Jack
I'm that bitch and that's a fact
Everybody get the blues when I throw the racks (Racks)
Pretty bitch i make him pack
Haters love me heart attack
All these fans want my attention, but i don't react

All my bad bitches can relate (Late)
When you look good and you got your shit together then they gonna hate
But I always kept my faith
Bitch i'm a star so it's only right that i pull up in a wraith (Oh, Oh, Oh)
I smoke an ounce, you smoke an eighth
And i can keep it real wit ya (Real wit ya)
These other bitches they from outer space (Yea)
I don't chase, i am the chase
And i can't wait to put it down on you, turn around and look you in ya face

I go dummy i don't crash
I stay focused on the cash
Gotta get it quick like flash
I stay drippin' water splash
Got big titties and some ass
I gave him brain like i'm in class
Had to test him and he passed
First round he made the draft

Im a boss bitch and it shows
I got white paint on my toes
All that glitter it ain't gold
You bitches trollin' and its old

All my bad bitches can relate (Late)
When you look good and you got your shit together then they gonna hate
But I always kept my faith
Bitch i'm a star so it's only right that i pull up in a wraith (Oh, Oh, Oh)
I smoke an ounce, you smoke an eighth
And i can keep it real wit ya (Real wit ya)
These other bitches they from outer space (Yea)
I don't chase, i am the chase
And i can't wait to put it down on you, turn around and look you in ya face