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miss prada – queen of pop lyrics

[intro]
yeah, it’s me
joanne f+cking prada
you thought i was gone?
guess you were wrong

[verse 1]
what the f+ck you got? i still look hot
say you wanna f+ck ’till i bleed
n++++, give me what you got
they say i’m onto nothing, but i’m onto something
you see the follow b+tton? (hit me, baby, one more time)

[verse 2]
i’ll break your c+nt with my front t++th
you f+++++s think you’re so c+nty
miss voodoo p+ssy, b+tch, that’s me
b+tch, that’s tea
fist f+ck me, i’m real fit
you heard gutta, i’m a real b+tch
now pray to britney and pray to lindsay
’cause i’m satan, that’s real sh+t

[chorus]
you’re on the bottom, i’m on the top
b+tch, i’ll never flop
i’m the queen of pop
queen of pop, queen of pop
queen of pop, b+tch, i’ll never stop
queen of pop, i’m your queen of pop
queen of pop, b+tch, i’ll never stop
[post+chorus]
prada’s coming down to hollywood
i wanna make it in the neighborhood
they lovе the smell of me in hollywood
how could you hurt mе when i look this good? uh

[verse 3]
and i’ll still come back to slay the girls
once i’m in hollywood
i won’t forget for the girls
i’m sick of slaying you weak hoes
your simple mind, your goodwill clothes
i’m oprah, you’re wendy
i’m madonna, you’re britney
get a b+tch, ’cause i’m sick of your sh+t
i’m [?]
like it or not, i’m the queen of pop, work

[chorus]
you’re on the bottom, i’m on the top
b+tch, i’ll never flop
i’m the queen of pop
queen of pop, queen of pop
queen of pop, b+tch, i’ll never stop
queen of pop, i’m your queen of pop
queen of pop, b+tch, i’ll never stop
[bridge]
you’re on the bottom, i’m on the top
you’re on the bottom, i’m on the top
on the top
ah, feels so good to be on top
take that, take that, take that
i’m a top, i’m a top
i’m a, i’m a, i’m a top
i’m a top, i’m a top
i’m a, i’m a, i’m a top
top, top, top
top, top, top

[chorus]
i’m the queen of pop
queen of pop, queen of pop
queen of pop, b+tch, i’ll never stop
queen of pop, i’m your queen of pop
queen of pop, b+tch, i’ll never stop

[post+chorus]
prada’s coming down to hollywood
i wanna make it in the neighborhood
they love the smell of me in hollywood
how could you hurt me when i look this good? uh

- miss prada lyrics

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