Queen of Pop

Yeah, Joanne fucking Prada
What, you thought I was gone?
You fucking bitch

What the fuck you thought? I still look hot
Say you wanna fuck 'til I bleed
Nigga, give me what you got
They say I'm onto nothin', bitch, I'm onto somethin'
They see the follow button
(Hit me, baby, one more time)
I'll break your clit with my front teeth
You faggots think you're so cunty
Miss Voodoo Pussy, now that's me
Bitch, that's tea
Fist fuck me, I'm real fish
You heard Gutta, I'm a real bitch
Now pray to Britney and pray to Lindsay
'Cause I'm Satan, that's real shit

You're on the bottom, I'm at the top
Bitch, I'll never flop
I'm the queen of pop, queen of pop
Queen of pop, queen of pop
Bitch, I'm the queen of pop

Prada's comin' down to Hollywood
I'm gonna make it in that neighborhood
They love the smell of me in Hollywood
How could I hurt you when I look so good? Ugh