Fierce is the seventh track from the album Fantasea (Mixtape), which was released for free download in 2012....
Bambi, Belle of the Ball
Banjee, better than ‘em all
Never been a flaw
Pretty kitty, manicure da claws
Silly, never been a draw
When I 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 could applaud
Bum bitches actin’ up of course
Mermaid, coming on ashore
Take her prince crown and a coin
Shut it down and the bitch is gone
Got a run of Dom Perignon
Downtown niggers heard a song
See everyone, my head when it’s on
South gets the critics in the mall
Physically shawty is a ball
Whether blue weave, whether blonde
Other mow my lawn
They expect a bank and a boss

I used to think I was fierce
‘Cause I was in all the houses
I won trophies
I used to munch straight 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, god dammit!
Now, one Queen asked me the other day
Was it? She told me: â€�Miss thing, you think you’re fierce?â€�
And I said: �Of course!�
She said: â€�All Queens think they’re fierceâ€�
I said: �Miss thing, all Queens and me�

Bon apetit, I’m a feast for the eyes
The reason why I’m a luxury design
So chic, so ahead of the time
Cunt Queen princess of the prize
Witness the baddest bitch alive
Reporting from the belly of night
Gorgeous ‘cause the world is mine
A girl with a twirl and a rhyme
Diamonds and them pearls on a shine
Welcome to her house in the sky

The house, the house
Work me (the house)
'Cause you paid $10 to get in the ball, you
Work me (the house)
Work me (the house)
Work me (the house)

Work me, god dammit!

Back yet again
My only bad habit my addiction to win
She only mad at it, did it better than her friend
You better have cheddar to attend
Weighing down whenever on the trim
Get together with the slim
Mermaid came on a swim
Wade to the gents, to my gyps and the spin
Turn tricks in the fucking end
You turn dicks for the fucking gym
You a bum bitch to the end
Come again, come again?
You running with the goons
Hit rum to the gin
Bambi works it out like fellas in a gym
Hey fellas fellas, I’m better than a 10
I love it in the gin, about twelve on the skin
Young mademoiselle, the Devil wears Prada
I’m giving them hell, you bitches getting nada

Lyrics submitted by sleepymeko

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