"MANNEQUIN" lyrics

Go
Go, go, go, go, go, go

Yeah (Go), they should put me on a magazine (Go, go, go)
Yeah (Go), they should put me on a magazine, uh-huh (Go, go, go)
And not because I want it, 'cause I need it
I'ma beat the cops in a black truck speeding
Talk to NASCAR, I'm a speed demon (Real racer)
Yeah, she suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (Bitch, let's go)
Yeah, she suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (Yeah, bitch, R.I.B. shit)
Bleh, I see the molly laying on your teeth

Say she love my swag, say she love my niche (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I love your racks, love your double Ds (Yeah, yeah)
Twenty-four hoes just like Kobe (Yeah, yeah)
And I'm courtside with my nose bleedin'
I don't want a Barbie bitch, I want a Bratz doll (Yeah, let's go)
I don't want a Corgi bitch, I want a big dog (Real big, R.I.B.)
I don't tell 'em, "R.I.P.," I tell 'em, "R.I.B.," dog (Yeah, I tell 'em, "R.I.B.")
YSL jeans backwards, Kriss Kross

Tell a— tell a bitch, "Sit criss-cross" (Hrr)
Yeah, I'm itchin', gotta hit a lick, dog, huh (Hrr)
Yeah, she cut into me, had to get gone, uh (Hrr)
Take a flight, yeah, I'm out to Melbourne, ayy (Hrr)
I'm so fresh, like a well-kept lawn, ayy (Hrr)
She got me bricked, yeah, she got me Teflon, ayy (Hrr)
Yeah, I'm steppin', so don't get stepped on
Yeah, they hit my phone, I used to not get checked on
Walk out of AT&T with ten phones (Hrr)
Keep it real, I hate gettin' led on, mm (Hrr)
Yeah, it was a rocky road, but I held on (Hrr)
Stand my ground, I ain't getting picked on (Hrr)

Yeah (Go), they should put me on a magazine (Go, go, go; hrr)
Yeah (Yeah), they should put me on a magazine, uh-huh (Go, go, go; hrr)
And not because I want it, 'cause I need it (Hrr)
I'ma beat the cops in a black truck speeding (Hrr)
Talk to NASCAR, I'm a speed demon (Real racer)
Yeah, she suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (Bitch, let's go)
Yeah, she suck it, hella spit, but ain't no teeth (Yeah, bitch, R.I.B. shit)
Bleh, I see the molly laying on your teeth

Hrr