Текст песни Bitch Imma Star - Flyana Boss

Okay my booty in the eye
Of the beholder
He a dog
So I told him to roll over
Got these niggas on my hip
Like a holster
He wanna take a sip
Of my holy water

I don't wanna save him
Don't even wanna play him
He not even worth
All the energy I gave him

I call the streets like
"Please can you take him?"
I told him to leave like
I'm about to rake him

(Yeah yeah huh)
Ay bitch imma star
(Yeah yeah huh)
All my haters sub-par
(Yeah yeah huh)
I'm so raw tartare
(Yeah yeah huh)
Yeah bitch imma star

I don't even know
How I got like this
Wrist so froze
Got arthritis
Pockets on swole
Hippopotamus
If you don't speak cash
I don't comprehend

Yeah I been eatin' greens
Am I thick yet?
You could ask my opps
I'm a big threat
I'm smoking GPT
Yeah that's high tech
And my pussy go grrr
That's a big cat

(Yeah yeah huh)
Bitch imma star
(Yeah yeah huh)
All my haters sub-par
(Yeah yeah huh)
I'm so raw tartare
(Yeah yeah huh)
Yeah this shit hard

I call the streets like
"Please can you take him?"
I call the streets like
"Please can you take him?"
I call the streets like
"Please can you take him?"
I call the streets like
"Please can you, please can you"

(Nooo I'm a star, please I'm a star)

Signin' a boss up on your titties
Gonna see us on your TV's
Streaming you gon' see these
Black girls winning

Besties in your city
Energy on triple DD
If you ain't fuckin' with me
You can kiss my pee pee