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This ain't Milli Vanilli You think we your puppets, that's the difference We tryna have our own voice heard, but you ain't listening You so high on your pedestal, thinking you got control of what you let us do My pen is equally incredible I'm not just looks, i'm not your pretty lil ornament It's like Miyagi versus [?], you in the tournament Supposed to be a Queens thing, but you made it difficult Supposed to be a team thing, not you individual So maybe go and get your own deal Nobody wanna walk in your shoes, baby, we got our own heels Uh-huh, uh Ayo, first off, Brianna, you not on my level ever Better go tuck the kids in and tеll 'em why daddy left 'em Tеll 'em no fairytales and no happily ever after Tell ya daughter her mother was more stripper than rapper Let me quiet down to shape up You always set your place up in this race But show that model face without that make up You gave a new meaning to "around the way girl" Nasty meant lyrics, not spread your legs to the world Okay, okay You take that, you got that one Ayo, Eric, gimme something i can bop to Songtexte Uh, oh you wanna take it there? Gloves off, no playing fair Who's your baby daddy, when you met him? C'mon, name the year You too busy shadow boxing in the mirror to be a mom I can give you pointers but you prolly still will get it wrong You just got a complex, everything's a contest Napoleon, more like dynamite, with your bomb threats I am not the same lil Briana in that prom dress Who caught you rockin' more than just the mic up in the projects My mirror on the wall, huh, say I'm Michael Jackson bad Your mirror off the wall, ugly attitude, breakin' glass You just wanna whine and complain, drinkin' wine like a wine-o I'm just tryna shine, ending mine on a high note Every rapper sex toy You decide to show up now? Bitin' my style so you can act like the golden child Always late for interviews, too busy up in a dude Now you wanna write your rhymes? before money was it for you If you wasn't pretty, everybody'd be dissin' you Nobody's missin' you, not a visionary, nothing that you say we wanna listen to You gotta be lyrical to spit the truth And I can count the years that i couldn't even get you in the booth Ayo, first off Bri, you a mini version of me And second of all, Jill ain't got the skills to be ill So me writing your rhymes is a much better design I started this group, i coulda left your ass behind When my pen hit the pad it's on top of the charts And now, just like your marriage, you want us to fall apart It's jealousy and i can't even say it any clearer You spendin' too much time in the mirror You tryna be the mommy or a don, you a copy and a fraud You Johnny, I'll be Bobby, my new edition is strong So run along Tyra, we can't Bank on you And a leader, we can't put that rank on you Ayo, stop the beat, I'ma go off top It's called growth and maturity, you stuck in the past A insecure scared little girl, now i'm spankin' that ass This is a wake up call, we ain't here to go tit-for-tat Nasty bitches is in our image, we no longer livin' like that But I get it, you did it to sell records, now the gimmick is done Pullin' the wool over the people and critics like Xplicit's the only one We 'bout to re-write our own stories and make the narrative change To show to whole world we real Queens, not embarrassed and ashamed My marriage has nothing to do with the stardom and fame I honor the pain, and use it to be a Goddess and slaughter the game All artists that gold, ain't tarnished, I'm polished and heavy My knowledge is deadly, lyrically a problem, I'll demolish your petty The lesson your taught me was win, and I'ma win for the crew To teach you the lesson that everything ain't all about you Aus Songtexte Mania