Queen B - OH MY GIRL

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If peter piper pecked 'em, I betcha biggie bust 'em He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him Lyrically, I dust 'em, off like Pledge Hit hard like sledge-hammers, bitch with that platinum grammer I am a diamond cluster hustler Queen bitch, supreme bitch Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch Murder scene bitch Clean bitch, disease free bitch Check it, I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's Roll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them? Tell 'em when I used to mess with gentlemen Straight up apostles, now strictly niggas that jostle Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure? Your cheddar would be better, Beretta inside of Beretta Nobody do it better Bet I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons Got buffoons eatin' my pussy while I watch cartoons Sleep 'til noon, this rap Pam Grier's here Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear Frank kill niggas lives for one point five While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive The M.A.F.I.A. you wanna be 'em Most of y'all niggaz can't eat without per diem I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch Uhh, who you lovin' who you wanna be huggin' Roll with niggas that be thuggin', buggin' In the tunnel in Eso's Sippin' espresso, Cappuchino with Nino On a mission for the Lucci Creno I used to wear Moscino, but every bitch got it Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted C-note after C-note, Frank Bo hold 15 plus the caterer You think you greater, uh You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now you half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch Check my pitch, or send it persona And I'll still stick your moms for her stocks and bonds I got that bomb ass cock, a good ass shot With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock Sippin' Zinfandel, up in Chippendales Shop in Bloomingdales for Prada bags Female Don Dada hats no problems spittin' cream with my team Shit's straight like nine 15, y'nahmean? Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit Flossin' my Rolex wrist Rich shit, I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch