Fierce

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Bambi, belle of the ball
 Banji, better than them all
 Never been a flaw
 Pretty kitty manicure the claws, silly
 Never been a draw
 When I purr bet he wanna paw
 Cause a stir when she on the floor
 Giving it her all
 Champagne always on the pour
 Some happy, others can applaud
 Bum bitches aggy, but of course
 Mermaid coming on the shore
 Take the prince crown and the coin
 Shut it down then a bitch is gone
 'Nother round of Dom Pérignon
 Downtown vampin' to the song
 Tiara on my head when it's worn
 Style get the critics in amor
 Physically shawty is the bomb
 Whether blue weave or the blonde
 Harlem or Milan
 Banks break the bank and the bonds
 I used to think I was fierce
 'Cause I was in all the houses
 I won trophies
 I used to munch trade for dollars too
 But see I'm fiercer now
 'Cause I got a job, I got an education
 And I got somebody waiting at home for me goddamn it
 Now, one queen asked me the other day, was it?
 She told me, "Miss Thing you think you're fierce?"
 I said, "Of course"
 She said, "All queens think they're fierce"
 I said, "Miss Thing, all queens ain't me!"
 Bon appétit, I'm a feast for the eyes
 The reason why I'm, in luxury designs
 So chic, so ahead of time
 Kunt queen, princess of the prize
 Witness the baddest bitch alive
 Reporting from the belly of the night
 Gorgeous, plus the world is mine
 A girl with a twirl and a rhyme
 Diamonds and a pearl on the shine
 Welcome to her house in the sky
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 The house, the house, work me the house
 'Cause you pay ten dollars get in the ball, you-
 Work me, the house
 Work me, the house
 Work me, the house
 'Cause you pay ten dollars to get in the ball, you-
 The house
 The house
 Work me the house
 'Cause you pay ten dollars to get in the ball, you-
 Work me, the house
 Work me, the house
 Work me, the house
 'Cause you pay ten dollars to get in the ball, you mop-
 The house
 The house
 The-the house
 The house
 The house
 The-the house
 Work me, goddamn it
 (Work me, goddamn it)
 Back at it again
 My only bad habit, my addiction to win
 She only mad, I did it better than her friends
 You better have cheddar to attend
 Wang gown with leather on the trim
 Get together with the slim
 Mermaid who came on the swim
 Wave to the gents
 Do my dips and the spin
 Turn tricks for the fucking ends?
 You turned dick for the fucking gem?
 You a bum bitch to the end
 Come again, come again?
 You running with the wrong sip, rum to the gin?
 Bambi work it out like felons in a gym
 Hey fella, f-fella I'm better than a ten
 Eleven in the denim, 'bout twelve in her skin
 Young mademoiselle, the devil wears Prada
 I'm giving them hell, you bitches getting nada
 

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Duration
03:13
Key
7
Tempo
124 BPM

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