歌词
I got that manna for you mama
I'll take your money fools, send it off to the Bahama
I'll roast you dry bake you fry, 'til you're golden, come on
I'm taking 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 five-five, 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?)
Glitz and rehash the mistakes 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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