Grey Goose all over my new shoes
Yo these are Balenciaga six inch heels
I think I’m GaGa
Bitch, I think I’m Gacy
Black bra lacey
Betchu can’t guess what color
My panties are, baby
Room fulla candles
Ashes on the mantle
Of the boys who found me just a little
Too hot to handle
Damn, yo—this is just a side gig
I’m chillin’, kid
Put me in a cell because
Well, I’m just killin’ it
Now they got my fingerprints
Underwear as evidence
Choked that boy to death, yeah
Just as he was gettin’ it
Strap-On, Black-Thong
Now I gotchu under me
See a little blood drip
And now I’m gettin’ hungary
Only satisfied
By the finer things in life
Like Rodarte and Margiela and
Makin’ boys cry
I am the motherfuckin’ hardest rap bitch in the game
And I don’t blame all you biters ’cause I’d probably do the same
I’m the
Queen of Darkness
Black Leather Harness
Damn I look cute, but
I’m far from harmless
Don’t be alarmed ’cause it’s just me
g – v – c – c – i
† gvcci hvcci †