Gross

Lyrics

[Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm gross (Bitch, I'm gross) Yeah, I'm grosser then you hoes and it shows I got stains on my teeth and my clothes (On my clothes) I been sleep on the motherfucking floor I been locked in the studio more I been kicking my foot in the door I been riding my wave to the core (Get it) If you think you hate me, you gon' hate me more (What? What?) [Verse 1] All in my face like you know me Bitches love beef like it's Kobe New York, I am a OG Everything 'bout me is holy I am the last of the old me I hear the rumors about me I hear the people that doubt me I think it's kind of arousing I love the chatter that happens around me Stick out my tongue like the people of Maori Talking online, well, you are a coward People see me and they already sour I just got richer in less then an hour No 50 Cent, but I got the power Think that you smoking, but I got the louder All of the boys want parts of my flowers Rappers hit me up, I friend zone them all I'm not the woman for your beck and call I am a rapper, I'm not a groupie I do campaigns, world tours, and the movies Got every right in this world to be choosey It's a new decade and I am blooming [Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm gross (Bitch, I'm gross) Yeah, I'm grosser then you hoes and it shows I got stains on my teeth and my clothes (On my clothes) I been sleep on the motherfucking floor I been locked in the studio more I been kicking my foot in the door I been riding my wave to the core (Get it) If you think you hate me, you gon' hate me more (What? What?) [Verse 2] This pussy hocus pocus He want it but I'm focused Plague with the locust Parting waters like I'm Moses (Who?) They say I am chosen Baby, I'm a prophet Got a lot of enemies I keep garlic in my pocket And if I'm being honest I know you throwing evil Put my name in the cauldron But, I still can't see you No, I do not fear you (On God) I do not fear nothing (Oh, no) God is my leader I know the wrath is coming Lemme call the corners (Go 'head) Conquer all disorders You be screaming bloody murder While I drag you on the corner (Mmhm) I'm fighting with my words I think they call it spelling I done called the Babalawo The priestress and the reverend (That me, on me, on me) [Chorus] Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm gross (Bitch, I'm gross) Yeah, I'm grosser then you hoes and it shows I got stains on my teeth and my clothes (On my clothes) I been sleep on the motherfucking floor I been locked in the studio more I been kicking my foot in the door I been riding my wave to the core (Get it) If you think you hate me, you gon' hate me more (What? What?)