Look out I'm better than you
You can't tell me what to do
You don't wear the clothes I do
So I won't mind you
Stick my nose up into the air
Slaves cannot touch my precious hair
Bow down, kiss my feet
My taste is so sweet...
You can't tell me what to do
You don't wear the clothes I do
So I won't mind you
Stick my nose up into the air
Slaves cannot touch my precious hair
Bow down, kiss my feet
My taste is so sweet...
Self-conceited
Discipline needed x2
Self-conceited
Discipline needed
I spread rumors about you
Even though they're not true
Anything just for attention
And eyes my way
Dirty looks in your direction
None come close to my perfection
Sound the trumpets when I arrive
I am your queen
Self-conceited
Discipline needed
Self-conceited
Discipline needed
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