TMS Lyrics

Half brown half jamaican off the rip got drip/

Smart ass, big hustle, im a bad lil' bitch/

Testosterone driven, Energy, big dick/

From day 1 been choosy, don't say i switched/

Fuck a bill imma muthafuckin benjamin

Im a real one, head to toe; genuine

Im the bag, cant no motherfucker tell me shit

Boss nigga, i walk in a room it's evident

Im a baker like Anita, bitch tell me where the bread at

put her hands on me- that gon be the spot she dead at

It's better if a bitch just dont try me

Big pac nas type chick from the nineties

Intimidate a fuck nigga on sight

Love a smart dude, even if he white

do it like me?- hoe, mm Not quite

A bitch TOPFLIGHT, nigga talk to me nice

Hook-

Gimme room, back up, lemme talk my shit

Run it up, stack up im about my biz

Hard pass on a nigga if he gooooofy

Livin' My best Life, issa movie

Gimme room, back up, lemme talk my shit

City girls, act up, they gon throw a fit

In this bitch iced out, actin bougieee

One in a million, you know i aint aaliyah

Cut a bitch off, dead to me, i wont feed her

birds wanna talk my name and shiiiitt

fuck my sloppy seconds, no shame and shit

Ring leader, im the black Regina george

far cry from mixed girl next door,

The one above us, only man that i trust

And a hatin ass bitch can't sit with us!

I ride it like the beat, m'nigga call me harley

Love the Way i rock the mic swallow like i'm starvin

Real af in a fake ass world

Big mammiiii imma mean giiiirrrllllll

Who got the juice, who is the bag?- qb

Who got the sauce, who fullaaaa dat curry

I am the one, THESE bitches don't move me

Shittin on them, like fibre ran through me

Hook-

Gimme room, back up, lemme talk my shit

Run it up, stack up im about my biz

Hard pass on a nigga if he gooooofy

Livin' My best Life, issa movie

Gimme room, back up, lemme talk my shit

City girls, act up, they gon throw a fit

In this bitch iced out, actin bougieee

Hatin hoes mad, lookin at me moody