Princess Nokia - Tomboy lyrics

[Chorus: Princess Nokia] Who that is, hoe? That girl is a tomboy! That girl is a tomboy! That girl is a tomboy! [x4] [Verse 1] With my little titties and my phat belly I could take your man if you finna let me It's a guarantee that he won't forget me My body little, my soul is heavy My little titties be bookin' cities all around the world They be f**ing wit' me I'm a Calvin Klein model, come and get me Step the resy up, don't be f**ing with me My little titties are so itty bitty I go locomotive, chitty chitty, bang bang Gold hoops and that name chain Timb boots and like, four rings Missy Elliott, can't stand the rain You lames playing the same games Little titties, I'm so damn pretty Staircase and a cracked philly Little titties and a phat kitty Big pants and some scuffed shoes Pow-pow-pow, Blue's Clues (Pow pow pow! Pow pow!) [Bridge] With my little titties and my phat belly My little titties and my phat belly My little titties and my phat belly (That girl is a tomboy) My little titties and my phat belly My little titties and my phat belly My little titties and my phat belly (That girl is a tomboy) My little titties and my phat belly (My little titties and my phat belly My little titties and my phat belly) That girl is a tomboy That girl is a tomboy That girl is a tomboy Who that is, hoe? That girl is a tomboy! That girl is a tomboy! That girl is a tomboy! [Verse 2] Who that? Who that? Who that? Princess Nokia, Baby Phat I be where the ladies at Who know how to shake it fast We gon' spit that brazy track You know that I'll take it back I'm spitting the illest mack Yeah, hoe! Who that? Who that? Who that? Princess Nokia, make it clap She with it to set it back And give ya the fire track Now watch what gon' happen next Who that up in the North? Dennis Rodman up court When I step up in the function it's a party, of course I'm having fun with my friends And I don't want it to end And if you finna blow my high then I'ma punch you again With my little titties and my phat belly My little titties and my phat belly My little titties and my phat belly (That girl is a tomboy) My little titties and my phat belly My little titties and my phat belly My little titties and my phat belly (That girl is a tomboy) My little titties and my phat belly (My little titties and my phat belly My little titties and my phat belly) That girl is a tomboy That girl is a tomboy That girl is a tomboy Who that is, hoe? That girl is a tomboy! That girl is a tomboy! That girl is a tomboy! Yeah, hoe! [Verse 3] He so in love He think it's a spell There's levels to magic and he cannot tell He f** with my bruja, my p**y a spell My toto is special, got locks like a jail It's Polo, it's Tommy, it's Mecca, it's Nauti I'm finna sit back and just sip on Bacardi You come to my party You gon' meet my army A room full of girls and we acting real rowdy