En Love

Like my hands in the air
 Fingers kiss the sky
 Smile on my lips, and I don't know why
 I think I'm in love
 I think I'm in love
 I think I'm in love
 With myself
 Uh, I'm in love with myself
 Uh, I'm in love with myself
 Uh, I'm in love with myself
 Uh, I'm in love
 Kissing on my mirror
 Staring in my eyes
 Appreciating every curve and crevice, smack my thighs
 Smack it twice
 watch it jiggle
 You a bad batch cookie, cream filling in the middle
 I'm a very picky girl
 And yes you can call me mama
 I got an A in self-esteem
 So save the drama for Obama
 Presidential in my stature
 Statuesque and big as hell
 If you in love with what you do, then leave them thirsties by the well
 If they talking bout you, let 'em
 You they entertainment
 Reading you yo' rights, just make it rain what they arraignin'
 It's raining, it's pouring
 Men and they're boring
 Hallelujah thank you Jesus he made men so they could please us
 All these years been searching for something that would complete me
 Who knew that it would be me
 I think I'm in love
 I think I'm in love
 I think I'm in love
 Okay, this verse is about my best friend, bad as she can be
 The only one that's on her level happens to be me
 She'll give you a sprinkle, to them flounders bottom feeding
 But ween 'em, as quick as she get that peen in
 And ditch like a queen can
 Skzzrt, after dinner I like that dessert
 But he thirsty like he in the desert
 What's worse? Give it to him or get my own
 Think I'm 'bout to hit him with that scissor
 Cut, print, this scene is done
 Nice to know, you all so nice to know
 Level son, you on level one
 I'm like ding, ding, ding, elevation
 All my beautiful, big black booty girls
 Brown paper bag, coke can
 Light skin, curly hair
 Afro, in the air
 Love yourself like nobody else can
 Like my hands in the air
 Fingers kiss the sky
 Smile on my lips, and I don't know why
 I think I'm in love
 I think I'm in love
 I think I'm in love (oh my god!)
 Bionik, Bionik
 Iconic, iconic