White girls tell me Hey Nicki your camp rules! Is that why you get more head than shampoos?
Aint nothin you can tell her Yeah she get the mozarella
I can always remember standing up to the baddest girls in my elementary school. Wherever I went, there was always a mean girl, and that girl would always hate me because I wouldn’t bow down.
You succeeded at your attempts to make me Need you desperately to vindicate me
You're not gonna tell me who I am. I'm gonna tell you who I am.
Shoulda sent a thank you note, you little hoe Now Imma wrap your coffin wit a bow