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letra de that bih - qveen herby

[intro]
i am that b-tch, i’m-a, i’m-a that bih
ay, ay, ay, yeah

[verse 1]
listen to me carefully, these hoes are scared of me
don’t wanna be compared to me, failure is rare to me
your man pull out my chair for me, he wanna marry me
my haters give me clarity and popularity
i’m so f-ckin’ bossy, it’s a burden
everything, i serve it like a verdict
russian, dutch, and german
flow that make you nervous
in that juicy wagon, 22’s lookin’ murderous

[pre-chorus]
i pop my shoulder, that picture get exposure
got b’s like oprah, my patience is bipolar
i thought i told ya, don’t press me or i’ll roll ya
i won’t be tolerating sh-t from n0body ’cause

[chorus]
i am that b-tch, i’m-a, i’m-a that bih, yeah
you know i’m that bih, can’t get off of this dih, yeah
i am that b-tch, no, you know i’m that bih, yeah
i am that bih, yeah, you know i’m that bih
i am that b-tch, i’m-a, i’m-a that b-tch, ay
you know i’m that bih, can’t get off of this dih, yeah
i am that b-tch, yeah, you know i’m that bih, yeah
i am that bih, yeah, you know i’m that bih

[verse 2]
my s-x appeal will knock you out, mayweather, 50 rounds
in labels you cannot pr-nounce, les achetés en france
marilyn, without the bleach and with the gl-sses on
i’m 20 outta 20, please, try not to cry on me
now that all my dreams are manifesting
face is even b-tchy when it resting
i could write a millions songs
in my zone, i do no wrong
chillin’ at the crib, t-shirt with no panties on

[chorus]
i am that b-tch, i’m-a, i’m-a that bih, yeah
you know i’m that bih, can’t get off of this dih, yeah (ouch)
i am that b-tch, yeah, you know i’m that bih, yeah
i am that bih, yeah, you know i’m that bih
i am that b-tch, i’m-a, i’m-a that bih, yeah
you know i’m that bih, can’t get off of this dih, yeah
i am that b-tch, now, you know i’m that bih, yeah
i am that bih, yeah, you know i’m that bih

[verse 3]
i make the typical chicks pick up a twitch
q.h. initial, gold stamp on my kicks
lay it out for me gracefully, i don’t trip
i kick it real as i can kick it, no script
go on and hate me, i feel you
my reputation precedes you
you talkin’ down, i don’t hear you
my interjection is lethal
black cashmere sweater is see-through
my icy glare need a ski-doo
you heard of me, guarantee you
’cause all your friends sayin’, “qveen, who?” (aye)
it’s herby, baby, and i ate so much cake
it’s my birthday everyday and i be stayin’ in l.a
got so much sun, don’t mind the shade
that sh-t sounds like a serenade
while all of my haters be fadin’ away
see, i might go ahead and replace all of your favorites

[chorus]
i am that b-tch, i’m-a, i’m-a that bih, yeah
you know i’m that bih, can’t get off of this d-ck, yeah
i am that b-tch, no, you know i’m that bih, yeah
i am that bih, yeah, you know i’m that bih
i am that b-tch, i’m-a, i’m-a that bih, yeah
you know i’m that bih, can’t get off of this dih, yeah
i am that b-tch, no, you know i’m that bih, yeah
i am that bih, yeah, you know i’m that bih

[outro]
thanks for stopping by
you, you, you, you know i’m that bih

- qveen herby

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