They say I’m the shit… well apparently!
Oh don’t be ridiculous Andrea, everybody wants this. Everybody wants to be us.
Truth is, there is no one that can do what I do. Including her.
You know what they say: tiny man, huge ego.
I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned.
Guys say that I’m hot. Girls say that I’m not and I realize they wish they had what I got.
Hated by many, wanted by plenty, disliked by some, confronted by none.
Some girls are just born with glitter in their veins.
I wasn’t born a princess but if the crown fits…
Barbie wants to be me.
You say ‘high maintenence’ like it’s a bad thing!
Some girls don’t need my persuasion. Some girls just can’t resist my good looks.. my style.. and my charm.. and my unflinching ability to listen to Taylor Swift.
It’s cool not growing old. I like being the eternal stud.
Even I look in the mirror like ‘is it you?’ And I say ‘I must be the hottest if it isn’t you’.
My name aint Bic but I keep that flame.
I be the shit, now you got loose bowels.
My name like honey, got alotta bitches buzzin’.
Bitches on my stick but my name aint Harry Potter.
Fuck you bitch, I’m actin’ brand new.
If you leave you’re leaving the best. So you would have to settle for less.