dyed & showing off Lyrics

See, the difference me and you, bitch, my shit hits

You're a size too big, bitch, and my shit fits

I'm the First Lady of Juicy Couture

Got a little cash now, so the skirt is Dior

And my lips look just like Amanda Lepore's

Now the kids out screaming "You were better before"

Before what? Bitch still snorting away

Still sipping Red Bull, 'bout a gallon a day

Still rocking chinchilla knowing I didn't pay

Drop-top pink coupe, bitch, get out of my way, ayy

Run with cokeheads, yeah they rock my threads

Let 'em spend the night in my hot pink bed

Maybe send 'em home with a lot more bread

I'm just tryna keep all the porn stars fed

Yeah, he love me but he fucks me like he hates my guts

He hit the spot to make me squirt and let me paint his nuts

He pay me right then, right there when he bust

I'm a fake bitch so I'm paying him dust

I do it f-

Yeah, big purse with the rhinestone buckle

Keep a pink stun gun just in case I'm in trouble

Double double, yeah, they asking for the fries on the side

But I never take 'em home unless it's eyes on the ride

Run with cokeheads, yeah they rock my threads

Let 'em spend the night in my hot pink bed

Maybe send 'em home with a lot more bread

I'm just tryna keep all the porn stars fed

Yeah, he love me but he fucks me like he hates my guts

He hit the spot to make me squirt and let me paint his nuts

He pay me right then, right there when he bust

I'm a fake bitch so I'm paying him dust

I do it for the girls and the gays, that's it

The queens and the queers, yeah, they loving my shit

Tummy full of edible gummies, I'm feeling yummy

Tum-tum-tummy full of edible gummies, I'm feeling yummy

I'm feeling, I'm feeling yummy

I'm feeling, I'm feeling yummy

Tum-tum-tummy full of edible gummies

I'm feeling yummy, yummy

Tummy full of edible gummies, I'm feeling yummy

Tum-tum-tummy full of edible gummies, I'm feeling yummy

I'm feeling, I'm feeling yummy

I'm feeling, I'm feeling yummy

Tum-tum-tummy full of edible gummies, I'm feeling yummy

Yeah, big purse with the rhinestone buckle

Keep a pink stun gun just in case I'm in trouble

Double double, yeah, they asking for the fries on the side

But I never take 'em home unless it's eyes on the ride

Run with cokeheads, yeah they rock my threads

Let 'em spend the night in my hot pink bed

Maybe-