Текст Qveen Herby – That Bih

I am that bitch, I’m-a, I’m-a that bih
Ay, ay, ay, yeah

Listen to me carefully, these hoes are scared of me
Don’t wanna be compared to me, failure is rare to me

I pop my shoulder, that picture get exposure
Got B’s like Oprah, my patience is bipolar
I thought I told ya, don’t press me or I’ll roll ya
I won’t be tolerating shit from nobody ’cause

I am that bitch, I’m-a, I’m-a that bih, yeah
You know I’m that bih, can’t get off of this dih, yeah
I am that bitch, no, they know I’m that bih, yeah
I am that bih, yeah, you know I’m that bih
I am that bitch, I’m-a, I’m-a that bitch, ay
You know I’m that bitch, can’t get off of this dih, yeah
I am that bitch, yeah, they know I’m that bih, yeah
I am that bih, yeah, you know I’m that bih

My sex appeal will knock you out, Mayweather, 50 rounds
In labels you cannot pronounce
«Les achetés en France»
Marilyn, without the bleach and with the glasses on
I’m 20 outta 20, please, try not to cry on me
Now that all my dreams are manifesting
Face is even bitchy when it resting

I pop my shoulder, that picture get exposure
Got B’s like Oprah, my patience is bipolar
I thought I told ya, don’t press me or I’ll roll ya
I won’t be tolerating shit from nobody ’cause

I am that bitch, I’m-a, I’m-a that bih, yeah
You know I’m that bitch, can’t get off of this dih, yeah (Ouch)
I am that bitch, yeah, they know I’m that bih, yeah
I am that bih, yeah, you know I’m that bih
I am that bitch, I’m-a, I’m-a that bitch, yeah
You know I’m that bitch, can’t get off of this dih, yeah
I am that bitch, now, they know I’m that bih, yeah
I am that bih, yeah, you know I’m that bih

I make the typical chicks pick up a twitch
Q.H. initial, gold stamp on my kicks
Lay it out for me gracefully, I don’t trip
I’ll kick it real as I can kick it, no script
Go on and hate me, I feel you
My reputation precedes you
You talkin’ down, I don’t hear you
My interjection is lethal
Black cashmere sweater is see-through
My icy glare need a ski-doo
You heard of me, guarantee you
‘Cause all your friends sayin’, «Qveen, who?» ay
Ay, it’s Herby, baby, and I ate so much cake
It’s my birthday everyday and I be stayin’ in L.A
Got so much sun, don’t mind the shade
That shit sounds like a serenade
While all of my haters be fadin’ away
See, I might go ahead and replace all of your favorites

I am that bitch, I’m-a, I’m-a that bitch, yeah
You know I’m that bitch, can’t get off of this dick, yeah
I am that bitch, no, they know I’m that bih, yeah
I am that bih, yeah, you know I’m that bih
I am that bitch, I’m-a, I’m-a that bitch, yeah
You know I’m that bitch, can’t get off of this dih, yeah
I am that bitch, no, they know I’m that bih, yeah
I am that bih, yeah, you know I’m that bih

Thanks for stopping by
You, you, you, you know I’m that bih