MIX 02. – BOTHERED! Lyrics – femtanyl

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[Chorus: Kreayshawn]
A-A-And we stunting like
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada— Prada
Basic b!tches wear that s*it, so I don't even bother— bother
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada— Prada
Basic b!tches wear that s*it, so I don't even—

[Verse 1: Kreayshawn]
I put that on my partner, I put that on my family
Oakland City represent, address me as your majesty
Yeah, you can kiss the ring— kiss the ring— kiss the ring—
I smoke a million Swisher blunts— Swisher blunts— Swisher blunts—
B!tch, you ain't no Barbie, I see you work at Arby's
Number 2, supersized, hurry up, I'm starving
Gnarly, radical, on the block I'm magical
See me at your college campus, baggie full of Adderalls
Call me if you need a fix, call me if you need a boost
See them other chickenheads? They don't never leave the coop
I'm in the coupe cruising, I got the stolen plates
Serving all the fiends over there by the Golden Gate Bridge
I'm colder than the fridge and the freezer
I'm snatching all your b!tches at my leisure

[Chorus: Kreayshawn]
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada— Prada
Basic b!tches wear that s*it, so I don't even bother— bother
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada— Prada
Basic b!tches wear that s*it, so I don't even bother— bother
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada— Prada
Basic b!tches wear that s*it, so I don't even bother— bother
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada— Prada
Basic b!tches wear that s*it, so— (I am the one, the one, yes I'm—)

[Verse 2: Kreayshawn & femtanyl]
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada
I'm lookin like Madonna, but I'm flossing like Ivana Trump
You know I keep that work in my trunk
Got my hand on the pump if you wanna press your luck
I'm yelling "Free V-Nasty" until my throat is raspy
Young, rich and flashy, I be where the cash be
You can't find that? I think you need a Google Map
My pearl handled kitty cat will leave and press your noodle back
Now Google that, groupies follow me like Twitter
I'm rolling up my catnip and s*itting in your litter— litter
Why you looking bitter— bitter? I be looking better— better
Type of b!tch that make you wish that you ain't never met her— met her
The editor, director, plus, I'm my own boss
So posh, nails fierce with the gold gloss
Which means nobody's getting over me
I got the swag and it's pumping out my ovar— (G-G-Go!)

[Chorus: Kreayshawn & femtanyl]
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada— Prada (Go! Go! Go! Go!)
Basic b!tches wear that s*it, so I don't even bother— bother (Go! Go! Go! Go!)
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada— Prada (Go! Go! Go! Go!)
Basic b!tches wear that s*it, so I don't even bother— bother (Go! Go! Go! Go!)
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada— Prada (Go! Go! Go! Go!)
Basic b!tches wear that s*it, so I don't even bother— bother (Go! Go! Go! Go!)
Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada— Prada (Go! Go! Go! Go!)
Basic b!tches wear that s*it, so I don't even bother— bother (Go! Go! Go! Go!)

[Outro]
(But surely not fat)
(Shut up, yes she is)
(So okay)