[Lyric] FYL (Janet)

Yeah, yeah
Fuck your life
Bing bong
Send some nuts to your door
Hit you with a ding dong
(Ha!)
You a trick
I'm a treat
I look good enough to eat
I'm always in the kitchen if you wanna meet
I don't beef
I'm a lover, not a fighter
& I love it when he makes me hit those high notes like I'm Mariah
Ching ching ching
Goes the money tree
I got paper raining down on me
Falling leaves (yuh)
Dripping with steez (yuh)
Capitals live in my city
With these diamonds on me
I look like an ice rink
I got a kink for equality
(Me too, bitch)
But the government stays working with the trigonometry
So I stay blessed from my hеad to my feet
Third eye giving telеpathy
Full speed, you can't see me
John Cena, I'm ready to give it to you RAW
He call me a bitch, so I'm busting out the claws
Trash his life in the key of rockstar
Cheap motherfucka probably wants his nickle back
It's no sweat
I stay rich like Roddy
So I got big stacks
He could work me out
Let him do a couple reps
As long as he eat the box
Then it's copacetic
I'm a rap paramedic
Blade to your neck like a surgery (slice)
If you say I'm not hot, then you're committing perjury
I snatched the soul out his pipe, that's what I call a burglary
Wa-wa-wa-wa
Wobble and shake
When I make it clap
China feels this assquake
I want the money and the fame
I live for the applause
They gonna go Gaga for my name
I'm Janet
But if you nasty you can call me mamacita
I'm loud like some reefa
Pretty when I'm naturalista
Ocean lips between these hips
I'm freestyling, no feature
& this how I'mma leave ya
Chyuh
BING BONG