I’m That Girl Song Details:
I’m That Girl Lyrics
Please, mother-fuckers ain’t stop—
Please, mother-f**kers
Please, mother—, please, mother—
Please, mother-f**kers B! cTch
please, mother-fukers
Please, mother—, please, mother—
Please, mother-f**kers please Mother—,
please, mother— Please,
mother-f**kersaidodon’t stopping mе
Please, mother-fukеrs ain’t stopping me
Please, mother-f**kers ain’t stopping me
Please, mother-f**kers ain’t stopping me
How the f**k do you figure
How the fu*k do you figure
(how the f**k you figure I ain’t a mother-f**king p! Mp)
(when all these n! Gas be jocking me?)
I pull up in these clothes and look so good
(p!Mining till the end, make that cheese, nitty green)
(b!Tch please, mother-f**kers ain’t stopping me)
’cause I’m in that hoe
(playing all these boys like toys, I ain’t going)
You know, all these songs sound good
(never hoeing, see they n! Gas acting like they p! MPS)
(try to p! Mp me, n! Gas get broke for the end
Now I gotta go cause I’m out this b! Tch)
’cause I’m on that hoe
(hoe n!Gaga— be so bad when I fall up in their place)
Dead a$$ (be jealous a$$ hoe with the fake on the front)
(clash about weed, blast a b!Tch, 9-4 in) dead a$$
(with that funky a$$ in the trunk) I’m dead a$$
(coming on the scene with the Tommy Hilfiger
N! Gaga self, what you got to make me rich?
Never get the pu$$y cause it’s off limits hoe
Running game when you claiming that other b! Tch)
It’s not the diamonds
It’s not the pearls
I’m that girl (I’m that girl)
It’s just that I’m that girl (I’m that girl)
It’s not my man (oh! Oh! Oh!)
It’s not my stance (oh! Oh! Oh!)
I’m that girl (I’m that girl)
It’s just that I’m that girl
From the top of the morning I shine (aah! Oh!)
Right through the blinds (aah! Oh!)
Touching everything in my plain view
And everything next to me is lit up too (aah!)
You’ll see it (aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!)
Yeah! You’ll see it when you look at me
I didn’t want this power (I ain’t want)
I didn’t want this power (I didn’t want it)
You know love is my weakness
Don’t need drugs for some freak sh!T
I’m just high all the time, I’m out of my mind
I’m tweaked (tweaked, tweaked)
Freaky on a weekend (yuh)
I’m indecent (yuh), let it begin
I will be pulling up in that ’92 Deville Cadillac
With the boys (yuh) losing their mind (yuh)
Be-be-be still (yuh), un-american (yuh)
I don’t need any friends (aah!)
I’ve been thugging for my un-American life lights
In these deep (yuh) flawless skies (yuh)
Off the deep end (yuh), such a heathen (yuh)
Why did they let me outside? (yuh) I pour a leaf in (yuh)
Bring that beat in (yuh) now I can breathe again (yuh)
I will be beating down the block (yuh)
Knocking biscuits off the wall (yuh)
Oh! (yuh), that’s how I ball
Cleanse me of my sins
My un-American life
Please, mother-f**kers ain’t stop—
Please, mother-f**kers
Please, mother—, please, mother—
Please, mother-f**kers B! Tch
please, mother-f**kers
Please, mother—, please, mother—
Please, mother-f**kers Please,
mother—, please, mother— Please,
mother-f**kers ain’t stopping me
Please, mother-f**kers ain’t stopping me Please,
mother-f**kers ain’t stopping me
Please, mother-f**kers