internet girls got all the right stuff
the boys drop down to their knees ready to suck
cos they really wanna get their hands on your love
and sell you to the world with their name written above
make a couple songs and watch him act tough
he's waiting on the edge of his seat for you to blow up
cos he thinks if you do youll take him to the top
and if you don't comply he'll say that you're a thot
he'll ask
can you rap?
wanna fuck?
have you heard pop the glock?
can you sing?
whatchu think?
sex w/ me?
he'll say
i can be your feadz
and you can be my uffie
you dont have to sing
you just have to love me
baby we can be
famous like uffie
even if you sing
it doesnt matter cos you love me
you can be his kreayshawn
and he can be your two stackz
you can be his dev
and tell the world that i-i-it's the cataracs
he doesnt really care
he's just gotta get you on the track
and as soon as he does
each time you win it's cos of him yeah
the boys all want her
cos she smokes marijuana
she's so cool
and she could rap all summer
and i'm all for it
cos her music goes dumber
while the hipster boys all
watch her smoke marijuana
he'll ask
can you rap?
wanna fuck?
have you heard pop the glock?
can you sing?
whatchu think?
sex w/ me?
he'll say
i can be your feadz
and you can be my uffie
you dont have to sing
you just have to love me
baby we can be
famous like uffie
even if you sing
it doesnt matter cos you love me
but if you succeed
he'll say "you never loved me"
"she is just a slut!"
but "she wont even fuck me!"
"bitch youll never be
anything like uffie!"
"i fucking MADE you slut!
wheres my fucking fame and money!?"
