I love my hair. But I don't even remember my original color because I started bleaching it so young. I was, like, 11.
Let me shake it off I just signed a couple deals I might break you off
But I'm alone on my throne All these riches
I think boys are yucky, and that's it. Nothing more to say.
I came to win, to conquer, to thrive
I bob and weave em, hit em wit that Mayweather JAB.