Kim K - K. Michelle

Look

Why when I do this shit they mad

When they do this shit they glad

On my way to get that bag

No discounts on 5th Ave.

Black girl who’s angry

Media can’t stand me

I may never get this Grammy

But I’mma feed my family!

It’s just me and my bitches

Swear I just love when it don’t have to be 'bout no niggas

I get to be in my feelings

Talkin' that talk, I’m bout to walk in my thoughts, listen!

Wuzzup with all you black women?

I date a black man named Idris

You say «I'm ghetto, he trippin,»

You’d rather him with white women

How you don’t like me, no

When you just like me, oh!

I know it must hurt

He fuck with me and he don’t want her!

That’s why I should be the bridge for you bitches

That’ll help you to get over these niggas!

'Cause I don’t trust no one like that

And I ain’t gotta get you back

I let God handle you hoes

Said a prayer for you on the low

Wish I could be a Kardashian so I could be black

They ask if it’s real, I say it’s real fat

Don’t get caught up in facts 'cause ain’t shit real

And ain’t shit funny, so fuck how you feel!

O-o-o-ohhhhh

Why couldn’t Sylvia sign me over B5

Why all these percocets got me feelin' so alive

I don’t know why-y-y

I gotta fuck with Blac Chyna

She’s such a lion, no tiger

She’s just a constant reminder

Niggas will sponsor vagina

I ain’t trippin', no

No time, I’m too busy gettin' it on my own!

'Cause I don’t trust no one like that

And I ain’t gotta get you back

I let God handle you hoes

Said a prayer for you on the low

Wish I could be a Kardashian so I could be black

Put my face over Pac, wear my braids to the back

Throw a filter on that, 'cause ain’t shit real

And ain’t shit funny, so fuck how you feel!

O-o-o-ohhhhh, oh

Wish I could be a Kardashian, so I could be black

Ooooh yeahhhh, oh…