K o n i c h i w a B i t c h e s ( P M V )

Count you out like a mathematician

I'm so very hot that when I rob your mansion

You ain't call the cops, you call the fire station

'Cause my food is so sweet, you'll be zoom, zoom, zoom

Don't even get me started on my bada-boom-booms

One left, one right, that's how I organize 'em

You know I fill my cups, no need to supersize 'em

Right now you probably thinking, "How she getting them jeans?"

Well, I'm gifted, all natural, and burst from the ceiling

Uh-huh, connect you up

Uh-huh, uh-huh, connect you up

Donut look tasty like a French bonbon

Even more sweeter than a cherry bomb

Coming with the postman like I'm a mail bomb

Uh-huh, coming in your mouth make you say yum, yum

Put the gong gong, bring the sumo's on

Uh-huh, uh-huh, I'ma kick ass all the way to Hong Kong

Make the balls bounce like a game of ping pong

Konnichiwa, bitches, from Beijing to Saigon

Got nothing on me 'cause you know you so bum

Dumb, diddy-dumb, diddy-diddy-dumb-dumb

Check the scenario, I'ma bust your eardrum

And leave your head swinging with the ring-a-ding-dong

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