V-Nasty & Kreayshawn Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro: Kreayshawn] Oh, it's some fire right here! You ready, you recording? Yeah! [Verse 1: Kreayshawn] What up, bitch? I heard you go to FitHim What up, bitch? I see you dancin' with no rhythm What up, bitch? I heard you like that gangsta rap But you'll probably piss your pants if you ever seen a trap I fuckin' hate a [?], but I love my trapper keeper That's why I kept my work, go ahead and ask my teacher I got pretty [?], did you major in photography? Well I didn't, fuck that noise, I'm a self-taught prodigy Obviously, I'm probably a bonafide problem child I was born with hella C's, you had to go buy your style Ginger spice, ginger spice, hustle hearts and Fisher Price You offer up a couple [?], I just hit that swisher [?] Sporty spice, sporty spice, hustle heart for 40 mice 40 days, 40K, 40 hoes, 40 wives 40 fashion students who even design and do my merchandise And she hella shallow, damn, she could be my perfect wife, whoo! [Verse 2: V-Nasty] It's me, bitches! Miss me, bitches? Nasty if you ask me, a nigga wanna hit this But I be where the cash be, 'cause I'm about business And a chopper rock a nigga head right off the hinges, yeah [?] on my neck and wrists I'm shinin' like a diamond, 'cause I'm a dirty pimp Your nigga try to find me, but I be in the jets Rollin' up a zip, loadin' up the Tech Hop out the whip with a lot of chips on me I ain't talkin' Pringle, but I got stacks on me I ain't tryin' to mingle, but your man sure want me I "hi" and "goodbye" him, 'cause I'm so bossy, yep It's V-Nasty, bitches be nasty Fuck a Barbie bitch, tell 'em to get or come catch me I'm so [?], I stay on my job [?] as Nicki Minaj [Outro: Kreayshawn & V-Nasty] Yay! Yeah, shit! Oakland? Yeah, that's Oakland. That's Oakland, boy baby That's Oakland swag! Oakland swag!