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Guess who's back in the house Heels click-clackin' about Fine, fresh, feminine, style to eleven I'm divine, so heavenly Gentlemen sweatin' It's dimes across the board with no doubt Body like WOW! Pussy bouta end this drought Titties so plentiful, fishy queen jezebel Should be criminal Don't make sense for a bitch to be this endowed Rock to the south What is that sound? Watch me drop, drop, drop into the ground Wait for the four, drop to the floor Add up the tens to get the score I been that bitch, yes I love that drama Fishy, feminine up-and-comer From the Clintons to the Obamas I keep it tight, now they call me Mother Shady queen bitch, I love that drama Fishy, feminine up-and-comer From the Clintons to the Obamas I keeps it tight, now they call... Me... Mother... Letras de canciones Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Brrat-at-at Na-na-na-na-na-now Giggity-giggity, how Brrat, get back Ba-pa-da-pa-pa-POW A cunty hunty, a cunty hunty A hunty but I Count my money, I count my money With a brat-brat, knick to the knick the knick-knack I'm back with the freaky money Click-clack, ow Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Brrat-at-at Na-na-na-na-na-now Giggity-giggity, how Brrat, get back Ba-pa-da-pa-pa-POW A cunty hunty, a cunty hunty A hunty but I Count my money, I count my money With a brat-brat, knick to the knick the knick-knack I'm back with the freaky money Click-clack, ow She's the queen Shade machine Kiss the ring Best believe I'm that Glamazon They know my name because I'm on another echelon Miss Automatic, Supersonic, I'm a Sass-a-tron And I ain't lookin' up to anyone that gams along And I'm ready shake the jelly when the jam comes on The kind of thing that all the fellas make advances on I'm only gettin' out of bed for $20 Million Now get your camera phone Cause in a minute I'm about to be on (Here come that girl) Here come that girl, o-oh shit what up (Give me twirl) Give them twirl, that's the bread and butter (Clutch them pearls) Clutch your pearls, she's the big shot caller (Calls me squirrel) Get-get run over, over None of these bitches is cunty like Ru Clockin' these chickens I cluck and they cooped Runnin' my business, Miss Boss comin' through When I step in you know well what it do Uh, y'all know well what it do None of these bitches is fuckin' with Ru Runnin' my businesses, don't need a whip Yes, when I step in, they know well what it do When I step in, they know well what it do Yeah, bitch, she done already done had hers She been done had herses She's the queen Shade machine Kiss the ring Best believe Mother Ru Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Brrat-at-at Na-na-na-na-na-now Giggity-giggity, how Brrat, get back Ba-pa-da-pa-pa-POW A cunty hunty, a cunty hunty A hunty but I Count my money, I count my money With a brat-brat, knick to the knick the knick-knack I'm back with the freaky money Click-clack, ow Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Brrat-at-at Na-na-na-na-na-now Giggity-giggity, how Brrat, get back Ba-pa-da-pa-pa-POW A cunty hunty, a cunty hunty A hunty but I Count my money, I count my money With a brat-brat, knick to the knick the knick-knack I'm back with the freaky money Click-clack, ow From Letras Mania