Letra de Ouchies

(We got London on the track) Yeah Let me get it started Round one, fight Round two, ice Round three, bye Let me get it started Yeah, round one, fight (fight) Round two, ice Round three, bye Okay, I don't mean to instigate Y'all really phone it in with the music lately I don't need another hit 'cause it's useless, really I ain't lookin' good? You hallucinatin' Every time I hear 'em talk, I assume they crazy You could open up for me, who are you? First lady? Shut it down mid-show, tell 'em: Fuck you, pay me That's a new Mercedes, I am graduatin' (yeah) Let me get it started Round one, fight (fight) Round two, ice Round three, bye Let me get it started Yeah, round one, fight Round two, ice (yeah) Round three, bye (yeah, I said) Yeah, and it's so much ice (so much) She wanna hit me, I said: No, Mike Tyson (no Mike) In twenty-fifty, they won't know you, Otis (uh-huh) A hunnid billies, I'm the GOAT, no Eilish (yeah) You full of remy, now your face look tired (yeah) Used to be the baby ma, you Marten now You gon' need another doc, can't talk me down You better pick her up 'cause hoes brawlin' now, so come buck up Let me get it started (yeah) Round one, fight (let's go) Round two, ice (hey) Round three, bye (thought you did something) Let me get it started Yeah, round one, fight Round two, ice Round three, bye (let me try it again) Crusty, musty, dusty bitches Don't you ever, ever in your life Come for me