Vice Versa
Know you (shake) love them girls
(shake) (pop it for pimp, pop it for pimp)
Talkin bout those stripper girls (shake that ass) (don't lie)
Know you (shake) love them girls
(shake) (pop it for pimp, pop it for pimp)
Talkin bout those stripper girls (shake that ass) (don't lie)
Know you (shake) love them girls
(shake) (pop it for pimp, pop it for pimp)
Talkin bout those stripper girls (shake that ass) (don't lie)
Everybody wanna be just like those stripper
girls (don't lie) (pop it for pimp, pop it for pimp)
I'm not, like those girls
My mind's, in a different world
I won't go out my way
To put my exterior in ya face
I wear jeans that fit
You can bank on no cleavage
No back shot pics
It's cool I know what I'm working with
The only other person that might know
Is the dude that I chose
Guess you can, blame it on the fact
That I was raised, by my dad
He always told me
To keep your own money
You don't wanna be bought buy a dude
Cuz they'll expect one thing from you
And I'm not handing that out
So you can scream, you can pout
But I don't do that hoe shit
And no I don't care for a dick pic
Two things, for your knowledge
I won't pop it for pimp and I'm not a bad bitch
If you're offended
Then you should be
I'm not letting up
Guess you hate me
She be poppin it for pimp
She a bad bitch
All on her phone sending freaky ass pics
Dad was never there
He was with the strippers
So she seek acceptance
By grinding on some niggas
Truth be told
She can count she can count
She only spending a sucker nigga's amount
Cuz she don't value the word love
So she abort when there's no glove
That's why I'm not, like those girls
My mind's, in a different world
Yes I can cook and clean
But I won't do it for you
Cuz if you can't match what I got on the table
Then why the hell would I need you
I will never get a dude
Just to say I have a man
Cuz I will rule this castle solo
I'm the king and queen if you didn't know
Guess you can, blame it on the fact
That I was raised, by my dad
He always told me
That I was pretty
So I don't need validation
From all these men, you see
I always got love and attention
Growing up as a child
So I don't need spotlights on me
I don't need to act out
Two things, for your knowledge
I won't pop it for pimp and I'm not a bad bitch
If you're offended
Then you should be
I'm not letting up
Guess you hate me
DNA (shake) (shake) (pop it for pimp, pop it for pimp)
DNA (shake that ass)
DNA (shake) (shake) (pop it for pimp, pop it for pimp)
DNA (shake that ass)
She poppin pussy like ratchet in her DNA
(shake) (shake) (pop it for pimp, pop it for pimp)
She shakin ass like twerkin in her DNA (shake that ass)
She poppin pussy like ratchet in her DNA
(shake) (shake) (pop it for pimp, pop it for pimp)
She shakin ass like twerkin in her DNA (shake that ass)
When she get on the stage
She dances hard with rage
Spectators are amazed
With her form and grace
She feels the adrenaline
Rushing through her veins
See her tears and pain
Slides down the pole
Everybody in the room
Sitting on swole
She needs to act out
With her ass out
Spotlight on her
Where's her dad now
Have, you, ever, questioned
What, makes you, do what, you do
If, you, are, still guessing
Than you, need to, get, a clue
I, am, a, young lady
Watch, ya mouth, don't, get crazy
Cuz I, don't, play, that shit
I'm, not one, of your, ratchets
(shake) (pop it for pimp, pop it for pimp)
Talkin bout those stripper girls (shake that ass) (don't lie)
Know you (shake) love them girls
(shake) (pop it for pimp, pop it for pimp)
Talkin bout those stripper girls (shake that ass) (don't lie)
Know you (shake) love them girls
(shake) (pop it for pimp, pop it for pimp)
Talkin bout those stripper girls (shake that ass) (don't lie)
Everybody wanna be just like those stripper
girls (don't lie) (pop it for pimp, pop it for pimp)
I'm not, like those girls
My mind's, in a different world
I won't go out my way
To put my exterior in ya face
I wear jeans that fit
You can bank on no cleavage
No back shot pics
It's cool I know what I'm working with
The only other person that might know
Is the dude that I chose
Guess you can, blame it on the fact
That I was raised, by my dad
He always told me
To keep your own money
You don't wanna be bought buy a dude
Cuz they'll expect one thing from you
And I'm not handing that out
So you can scream, you can pout
But I don't do that hoe shit
And no I don't care for a dick pic
Two things, for your knowledge
I won't pop it for pimp and I'm not a bad bitch
If you're offended
Then you should be
I'm not letting up
Guess you hate me
She be poppin it for pimp
She a bad bitch
All on her phone sending freaky ass pics
Dad was never there
He was with the strippers
So she seek acceptance
By grinding on some niggas
Truth be told
She can count she can count
She only spending a sucker nigga's amount
Cuz she don't value the word love
So she abort when there's no glove
That's why I'm not, like those girls
My mind's, in a different world
Yes I can cook and clean
But I won't do it for you
Cuz if you can't match what I got on the table
Then why the hell would I need you
I will never get a dude
Just to say I have a man
Cuz I will rule this castle solo
I'm the king and queen if you didn't know
Guess you can, blame it on the fact
That I was raised, by my dad
He always told me
That I was pretty
So I don't need validation
From all these men, you see
I always got love and attention
Growing up as a child
So I don't need spotlights on me
I don't need to act out
Two things, for your knowledge
I won't pop it for pimp and I'm not a bad bitch
If you're offended
Then you should be
I'm not letting up
Guess you hate me
DNA (shake) (shake) (pop it for pimp, pop it for pimp)
DNA (shake that ass)
DNA (shake) (shake) (pop it for pimp, pop it for pimp)
DNA (shake that ass)
She poppin pussy like ratchet in her DNA
(shake) (shake) (pop it for pimp, pop it for pimp)
She shakin ass like twerkin in her DNA (shake that ass)
She poppin pussy like ratchet in her DNA
(shake) (shake) (pop it for pimp, pop it for pimp)
She shakin ass like twerkin in her DNA (shake that ass)
When she get on the stage
She dances hard with rage
Spectators are amazed
With her form and grace
She feels the adrenaline
Rushing through her veins
See her tears and pain
Slides down the pole
Everybody in the room
Sitting on swole
She needs to act out
With her ass out
Spotlight on her
Where's her dad now
Have, you, ever, questioned
What, makes you, do what, you do
If, you, are, still guessing
Than you, need to, get, a clue
I, am, a, young lady
Watch, ya mouth, don't, get crazy
Cuz I, don't, play, that shit
I'm, not one, of your, ratchets
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Writer(s): Christin Clark
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