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gwen stefani - paris michael lyrics

[intro]
tell me what’s my name hoe? (what?)
tell me what’s my name hoe? (what?)
big fourteen the gang hoe (yeah, fourteen!)
big fourteen the, yeah (yeah)
(what? what? what?)

[chorus]
no doubt i’m a bad lil b*tch (what? yeah)
no doubt i’m in raf lil b*tch (what? yeah)
no doubt i’m a diva b*tch (no doubt i’m a diva b*tch)
no doubt i got heaters b*tch (no doubt i got heaters b*tch)
you n*ggas on average sh*t (yeah, what?)
you not even challenges (you not even challenges)
your baby want bags and sh*t? (yeah, what?)
well tell her we have it b*tch!
let me tuck my chain (yeah, yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah)
please don’t spеak my name (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch get out my frame (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch get out my frame (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 1]
said your new man better, ha, please don’t make me laugh
baby you can’t make me jealous, ha, have you seen my bag
from chicago to margiela, 2 threes on my feet
wrist on swiss and pockets feta, f*ck this, justin drop my beat
b*tch i be, who i be
and i can’t change cus’ you weak
yes i clutch this f*cking louis, you can sue me if you please
yes it’s fenty on my eyelids, your girl said we should try it
she packed her overnight and you ain’t see her for a week
[chorus]
no doubt i’m a bad lil b*tch (what? yeah)
no doubt i’m in raf lil b*tch (what? yeah)
no doubt i’m a diva b*tch (no doubt i’m a diva b*tch)
no doubt i got heaters b*tch (no doubt i got heaters b*tch)
you n*ggas on average sh*t (yeah, what?)
you not even challenges (you not even challenges)
your baby want bags and sh*t? (yeah, what?)
well tell her we have it b*tch!
let me tuck my chain (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
please don’t speak my name (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch get out my frame (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch get out my frame (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[bridge]
she said i’m a diva b*tch
she said that i’m evil b*tch
she said i’m a diva b*tch
i said i got needs and sh*t
can’t pray on my knees and sh*t
she talking bout “fall in love”
i’m talking bout audemars
she need to see the world
i need celine dior
baby what your phone is?
do you love to speak?
heard that you like foreigns
we get some once a week
clicquot in the morning
never need to sleep
vvs is pouring
you just love being seen
[verse 2]
south side, b*tch not west side
make sure you get my best side
that new mcqueen my necktie
chain clouded like i’m brent fai
but i’m done with the friends
leave it to whitney to count all my bands
blue on my money, it clash with my hands
she tell me i’m pretty while copping my pants
pants from france
the mowa my shoulder, the ricky the holster, my pieces got pieces put me in the moma
shorty keep calling, she sweeter then mocha, but every three months she come over for “closure”
i’m with it
do you see me? i get it
chi town, sh*t not timid
know your place, and don’t say sh*t
sh*t go get a face lift
f*ck up out my face b*tch!

[chorus]
let me tuck my chain (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
please don’t speak my name (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch get out my frame (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
b*tch get out my frame (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

- paris michael lyrics

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