Letra de 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