I Did A Freestyle Then I Got A Shoutout From Obama Lyrics. Main song words are I did a freestyle then I got a shoutout from Obama Yes, Yes I am ill I go in for the kill Hoes is my sons birth control I am on the pill.
I Did A Freestyle Then I Got A Shoutout From Obama Lyrics
I-I-I’m the s^^t
With no makeup
Don’t have to curl my hair up
All this b^^ty here mine
I’m a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I’m cute
I know I’m fly
You ask me why
Cause I’m the s^^t
Beat ’em like they stole something
Beat ’em like they stole something
All this booty here got them dreaming
Let me hold something
Lemme lemme hear that boy
Lemme lemme rear that boy
Let me get the most expensive car
And let me steer that boy
Real big pretty t^^ty
Shut down any city
If you want the kit kitty
Gotta get the key for me
All new everything
Plus pay the rent fo’ me
If we in the wilderness
B^^ches pitch a tent for me
Tent for me, tent for me, get my body
Long hair no make up doing pilates
Those n^^gas don’t stand on my damn zanotti’s
All them b^^ches is my sons but who’s the daddy?
I-I graduate with honors
I ball Nate O’ Conner
I did a freestyle then I got a shoutout from Obama
Yes, Yes I am ill
I go in for the kill
Hoes is my sons birth control I am on the pill
What I gotta do what I gotta do to ’em
Step up in the club everybody like who ‘dem
Girls, girls, me and my girls
Watcha done did I need some referrals
Motherf^^kers know I’m the s^^t legit
And if a motherf^^ker don’t he can suck my d^^k
I tell ’em everybody else is my opposite
I put ’em on the gang give ’em 5 percent
I-I-I’m the s^^t
With no makeup
Don’t have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I’m a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I’m cute
I know I’m fly
You ask me why
Cause I’m the s^^t
I’m like really famous
I got a famous anus
No, not Famous Amos
All this famous heinous
Lemme lemme hear that boy
Lemme lemme rear that boy
All this money coming in
But I never share that boy
No lipstick no lashes out
But I got a real big ol’ ratchet though
I said dude yo dude you packing out
He said he want good box like Pacquiao
I said well my name Nicki and it’s nice to meet ya
If ya really wanna know I give ya my procedure
Got a whole bunch of pretty gang in my clique
And we looking for some ballers alopecia
I hate wack n^^gas
I should really slap n^^gas
These n^^gas tripping when I put them on the map n^^gas
How you gonna break that
How you gonna fake that
Ain’t at no wedding but all my girls caked high
Sleeping on me no mattress though
I’m a burn the beat down no matches though
No they can’t keep up they molasses slow
I’m the greatest Queens b^^ch with the cash’s flow
L-L-Looking at me like it’s my fault
T-T-Trying take sneak pictures with their iPhone
I like independent b^^ches like July 4th
Now that’s what young Harriet died for
I-I-I’m the s^^t
With no makeup
Don’t have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I’m a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I’m cute
I know I’m fly
You ask me why
Cause I’m the s^^t
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