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Michaela Laws - Petty Bitches lyrics

Artist: Michaela Laws

album: Petty Bitches


I'm a queen people bow to
The monster out to getchu
You better hide, little girl, I'll swipe your pride from you (HAH)
All you ditzy little bitches set up to the plate
Huffing and puffing like a pack; non y'all got what it takes
It's a freak show, a mind blow; I'll beat you on the downlow
You holla all you want but honey you can't stop my mad flow
This 'fat bitch' won't take shit from brainless, sad fuckwits
Who think chicks can claim dicks if they slave to be sticks
Step up your game
Put me to shame
My fatass will lounge on my money and fame
I'm thick and I'm pretty
You're sad and you're petty
Don't jump in the ring unless you're fucking ready
So There's The Door
Mm See There's The Door
I'll give you 10 seconds 'till I knock you to the floor
Hey BITCH There's The Door
See There's The Door
When I count to 10, I shouldn't see you anymore
Imma selfmade queen, you're just mad, bro
I can reach my dreams, you a sad ho
Make my own dough
Spit some mad flow
Have a crowd turn up 'cause I say so
You're not original
You're just pitiful
You're a sheep and a hollow individual
The sympathy I feel for you is indescribable
Cause you can't handle that I'm happy. You're delusional
Hah! Look
I be Runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin' all over town
Y'all be talking hella shit with my name ya mouth
Sorry I don't eat the chitlins and I won't be yo pal
No I won't be ya guy No I won't stick around
And my name is not Tom so there's no foolin' around
Keep fuckin' with a bull and y'all get pin down
Smack you right side up Hang you upside down
Water board you in some piss Call it pissin around
Put some respekt on my name all tree of y'all
Or catch palms on sunday like its alter call
Leave'n mics slain like my name was Paul
I ain't afraid y'all studied Bernie Mack
I'm the product of Hip Hop and Tiny Mac
Ya can't get around me since ya world is flat
All ya Online trolls need to lean back
Before I catch you outside with a metal bat
Respect Kelly Tran, mother fucker
Imma selfmade queen, you're just mad, bro
I can reach my dreams, you a sad ho
Make my own dough
Spit some mad flow
Have a crowd turn up 'cause I say so
You're not original
You're just pitiful
You're a sheep and a hollow individual
The sympathy I feel for you is indescribable
Cause you can't handle that I'm happy. You're delusional
Aiight, Fuck it
You're "gorgeous" you say
People claim that you slay
But little bitches still are bitches no matter what they weigh
Imma take all of your envy, add a bit of lime
Cause all the salt you carry makes my margarita so divine
Your black-knighting fat-fighting speech is nothing special
You're an angel? I'm a GODDESS. I could snap you like a pencil
You say you can break me? You think you can take me
You wanna see me cry? You better step up and make me
You ain't my momma or my daddy - so - fuck ya granny
Mr. Rogers with a ruger to ya stupid nanny
Wayne Brady as Juggernaut it's that crazy
Vulcan grab 45 for always tweetin crazy
An angry black man riding with some angry birds
Pushing rappers off of a cliff call'em free birds
This is America My voice shall be heard
So fuck you to the end of days BIATCH
Imma selfmade queen, you're just mad, bro
I can reach my dreams, you a sad ho
Make my own dough
Spit some mad flow
Have a crowd turn up 'cause I say so
You're not original
You're just pitiful
You're a sheep and a hollow individual
The sympathy I feel for you is indescribable
Cause you can't handle that I'm happy. You're delusional

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