Wrong Bitch (feat. Bob the Drag Queen) - Todrick Hall

I'm black with a capital BLACK Tell these brand-new bitches need to watch their backs 'Cause I don't play games when it come to my money Yeah, I be telling jokes, but ain't a damn thing funny Nickname Fagatron, are you ready to gagatron? Pussy got you walking funny, it's a weapon Make my sure hair is on before I carry on And got the game locked tighter than the pentagon Play the song from Broadway to Cahuenga If I'm on the track it's guaranteed to be a banger Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit Music for my people and you ain't gotta like shit, bitch Play the song from Broadway to Cahuenga If I'm on the track, it's guaranteed to be a banger Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit Music for my people and you ain't gotta like shit Ease on down to the ground, drop it low Wind your waist, feel the bass in your soul Black and proud everywhere that we go Say it loud, let them haters know My roots run deep, hair grows to the sky (grows to the sky) Gravity we defy Ass clapback like a counterattack Feels so good to be black 'Cause I'm a real black bitch I'm on the attack, bitch Ain't no lazy motherfuckers 'cause we pickin' up the slack, bitch Get your black ass to the front of the class If Rosa Parks could see you now, she'd be beatin' that ass We workin' twice as hard, taking half the pay Multiply by two if you black and gay Keep up, because I know it's hard to understand But multiply by ten if you black and trans Because this Mary is a Mac, and I'm sick of wearing black Keep dodging silver bullets, 'cause they coming for my back Bah, bah, black sheep thicker than a snicker Said I'd never get a BBL, I think I'll reconsider Play this song from Broadway to Cahuenga If I'm on the track, it's guaranteed to be a banger Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit Music for my people and you ain't gotta like shit, bitch Play this song from Broadway to Cahuenga If I'm on the track, it's guaranteed to be a banger Talking fag shit, dyke shit, trans shit, fight shit Music for my people and you ain't gotta like shit Yeah Black as fuck, no I won't never deny it You bitches missing the flavor, and I'll forever supply it I'm talking Lawry seasoning in my mac and cheese I got Jamaican niggas serving you rice and peas (yeah, yeah) Whether it's afropuffs or it's a curly occasion He want a country little nigga He know it's juicy and cajun And it'll turn to gymnastics soon as I hop on the dick Give him the back handspring and then I lickety split Back-back-back to the subject at hand We wasn't part of the plan That's why my niggas want reparations, so how is you paying? I don't need February to tell me I'm necessary 'Cause soon I'm gone pop, no Britney Spears or no Katy Perry See, they overanalyzing and they over-criticizing The way that they tantalizing is honestly not surprising 'Cause me and my people got generations demolished by triggers Hand on my holster, 'cause my blackness is power, my niggas (My niggas, my niggas) Ease on down to the ground, drop it low Wind your waist, feel the bass in your soul Black and proud everywhere that we go Say it loud, let them haters know My roots run deep, hair grows to the sky (feels so good to be) Gravity we defy (feels so good to be) Ass clapback like a counterattack (feels so good to be) Feels so good to be black

Purse first, purse first, walk into the room purse first It is a known fact that a woman do carry an evening bag at dinner time You see it on Real Housewives of Atlanta You see it on Real Housewives of Potomac You even see it on Little Women LA! I don't know why you all gagging Purse first, purse first, walk into the room purse first Purse first, purse first, walk into the room purse first (ow) Purse first, purse first, listen to the first verse of Purse First Purse first, purse first, pu-pu-pu-pu-purse first Bitch, you pay too much tryna look like me My purse was buy one get one free Is that a Vera Wang gown? Girl I'll take your hand-me-down Fendi, Prada, no it's not a Michael Kors as nice as yours You broke the bank, but I turn the ball Now who's the fiercest of them all Ack, kack, kack boom Kack boom you walk into the room Ack-ka-da kack-ka-da kack-ka-da kack Pick it up back up then you fall on your back Ack to the kack kack kack kack boom And shu-ga kack kack kack kack, sha-wam Boom, sha-kack, make sure you don't stop Bring it back up and then death drop Purse first, purse first, walk into the room purse first Purse first, purse first, walk into the room purse first (ow) Purse first, purse first, second verse it's only gonna get worse Purse first, purse first, purse to the purse purse first Walmart, Conway, Rainbow, Ross Maxxinista, feelin' boss Girl, you think this Louboutin? Nah I got this from Groupon With curtains, paper, and a wish I made this clutch and turned it bitch Three thousand dollars, now you're in debt, You got a Givenchy with a K-mart dress? Before you come for me, you better sharpen your claws Tell me, is you mad or naw? Your Jimmy Choos are killin' you Size 15 foot with a size 10 shoe Girl I'm way too blessed to be stressed Why pay more when you can pay less? I spilled your tea and now you're mad I'll duck walk on your Birkin bag Duck duck... ooo, quack I'm feelin quack... quack quack Get back... a bitch is feeling quack Ow, ow, get back... a bitch is feeling quack Ack, kack, kack boom Kack boom you walk into the room Ack-ka-da kack-ka-da kack-ka-da kack Pick it up back up then you fall on your back Purse first, purse first... walk into the room purse first (KACK)

Yet another dig, yet another dig Yet another dig, yet another dig Yet another dig, I'ma get another gig I'm gluing down my lace front, yet another wig Collecting coins, getting yet another big paycheck Who's next? Tell me who's on deck You're sippin' on the Hater-ade, yet another swig Frying up some bacon, bitch, yet another pig I'm a Redwood and you're yet another twig All Stars 2 was yet another rig Yet another dig, yet another dig at me Eleganza, I see the way you trip off me Pipe down, bitch, I run the library Shh, you're too shallow to dig on me Yet another dig, yet another dig Yet another dig, yet another dig Yet another dig, yet another dig Yet another dig, yet another dig Knock knock, it's me, yet another shock You're a dick riding hoe riding yet another cock I see you on Twitter bitch, yet another block Catch me on the runway, sissy yet another walk Take notes, maybe I could teach you I'm bigger, I'm faster, and I will always beat you You're bothered bitch? These are just the facts Time to chop a bitch down, "Tina!... Bring me the axe!" Yet another dig, yet another dig at me Eleganza, I see the way you trip off me Pipe down, bitch, I run the library Shh, you're too shallow to dig on me Yet another dig, yet another dig Yet another dig, yet another dig Yet another dig, yet another dig Yet another dig, yet another dig My name's Alaska, and I'm here to make it clear I know you love me baby, but I fucking hate you dear (Blah!) Fuck your purse, fuck your edit, fuck your Reddit Yeah, I said it cause I meant it, Two-Face Harvey Dent shit Turn this shit up 'til your fucking ears bleed And if you ask me to stop? "I'd like to keep it on please!" Do some shooters at Hooters, catch me on Toot or Booters Clean your pipe like a [?] Hold up, I gotta feed my Tomagotchi Season Nine, girl, Ru just got me Four challenge wins, four challenge wins Then the finale comes, and then the crowned queen is? It's not right, but its not okay Who's after Peppermint? Bitch, not Shea Couleé! Uhhh, mmmmm, sue me Yet another dig, yet another dig at me Eleganza, I see the way you trip off me Pipe down, bitch, I run the library Shh, you're too shallow to dig on me Yet another dig, yet another dig Yet another, yet another, yet another dig Yet another dig, yet another dig Yet another, yet another, yet another dig