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[Verse 1]
Bambi, belle of the ball
Banji, better than them all
Never been a flaw
Pretty kitty, manicure the claws
Silly, never been a draw
When he purr, bet he wanna paw
'Cause a stir when she on the floor
Givin' it her all
Champagne, always on the pour
Some happy, others can applaud
Bum bitches aggy, but of course
[Verse 2]
Mermaid comin' on the shore
Take that prince, crown, and the coin
Shut it down, then a bitch is gone
'Nother round of Don Perignon
Downtown, vampin' to the song
Tiara on my head when it's warm
Style get the critics in amor
Physically, shawty is the bomb
Whether blue weave or the blonde
Harlem or Milan
Banks break the bank and the bonds
[Bridge]
I used to think I was fierce
'Cause I was in all the houses
I won trophies
I used to much trade for dollars too
But see, I'm fiercer now
'Cause I got a job, I got an education
And I got somebody waiting at home for me, goddammit
Now, one queen asked me the other day, was it?
She told me, "Miss thing, you think you're fierce?"
I said, "Of course"
She said, "All queens think they're fierce"
I said, "Miss thing, all queens and me"
[Verse 3]
Bon appetit, I'ma feast for the eyes
The reason why I'm in luxury designs
So chic, so ahead of time
Cunt queen, princess of the prize
Witness the baddest bitch alive
I'm reportin' from the belly of the night
Gorgeous, plus the world is mine
A girl with a twirl and a rhyme
Diamonds and a pearl on the shine
Welcome to her house in the sky
[Chorus]
The house, the house, work me, the house
'Cause you pay ten dollars to get in the ball
You work me, the house, work me, the house
Work me, the house
'Cause you pay ten dollars to get in the ball
You, the house, the house, work me, the house
'Cause you pay ten dollars to get in the ball
You work me, the house, work me, the house
Work me, the house
'Cause you pay ten dollars to get in the ball
You mock, the house
[Chorus]
The house, the, the house, the house, the house
The, the house
Work me, goddammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit
Work me, goddammit
[Verse 4]
Back at it again
My only bad habit, my addiction to win
She only mad at it, did it better than her friends
You better have cheddar to attend
Wang gown with leather on the trim
Get together with the slim
Mermaid who came on the swim
Wave to the gents
Do my dips and the spin
Turn tricks for the fucking ends
[Verse 5]
You turned dick for the fucking gym
You a bum bitch to the end
Come again, come again
You running with the wrong sip, run to the gin
Bambi work it out like felons in a gym
Hey fella, f-fella, I'm better than a ten
Eleven in the denim
About twelve in her skin
Young mademoiselle, the devil wears Prada
I'm giving them hell, you bitches gettin' nada
Written by: Colin Bailey, Kevin James