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Yo yo Who was doing all the cookin' Doing all the cleanin' Who was making sure the cookies' always good for eatin' Who was there putting it down every evening Even when when you was leavin' for no reason each time your phone was ringin' And who was there making your friends wish that they could be you The game was done, you is a bum I ain't finna feed you Take the shit out of the bins you ain't got the key too I don't need you, kiss my ass while I pack and leave Oh you fucked up real big this time Never get another bitch lookin' this fine Don't let the doorknob hit you Take your sidechick with you Tick-tock Kick rocks, rocks Bitch I was you B, bitch I was your Yoncé Bitch I was you B, bitch I was your Yoncé Bitch I was you B, bitch I was your Yoncé Bitch I was, bitch I was, bitch I, bitch I was your Yoncé Bitch I was a ten Bitch you was a five (not four) Letras de cancionesBitch I was a win, pussy most niggas would die for Bitch I had you in position she couldn't apply for Why you have to lie for (oooh) I'm bored Bitch I'm louboutin, I ain't fucking with payless no more I'm a G6, I ain't flying with Southwest no more Bitch your ass is broke, I ain't looking to invest no more Bitch I was your marilyn you can't blow up my dress no more Could've been your Madonna, now who gon' tell yo mama You lost a bomb ass bitch killing like Rihanna, hair like Arianna, thick like a grown Moana Hope you happy with Malania cuz' you lost Michelle obamma (Hahahaha eat it) Bitch I was you B, bitch I was your Yoncé (I was your Yoncé) Bitch I was you B, bitch I was your Yoncé (I was your Yoncé) Bitch I was you B, bitch I was your Yoncé (Bitch, I was your Yoncé) Bitch I was, bitch I was, bitch I, bitch I was your Yoncé Oh you fucked up real big this time Never get another bitch lookin' this fine Don't let the doorknob hit you Take your sidechick with you Tick-tock Kick rocks, rocks From Letras Mania