[Intro] Yeah Mira, mami You want a show? I’ll give you something to talk about (talk now) [Verse 1] I walk in, heads twist, necks crack Every hater in the corner got a group chat Typing all that shit, but in person they just relax Tiny little dogs, all bark, always fall back Lip gloss thick, attitude thicker Body so blessed, make your man hit quicker You hate my curves, hate my tone, hate my accent But copy every move like you practice in my fragments I see you stare, do a double take, triple Your man in my DM talking bout a little “pickle” You pressed ‘cause I’m pressure, I’m the problem and the prize You jealous of my hustle, I see murder in your eyes (bitch) [Chorus] They talk, they talk, they talk about me I don’t give a fuck, I’m a whole damn queen (uh) You mad, you mad, you mad, I see I’ma give you something you can talk about, me Keep my name in your mouth, that’s promo You watch every move like a GoPro You broke, you bored, you loco I’ma give you something you can talk about, oh [Verse 2] All that “she this, she that,” you obsessed, hoe My name in your teeth like crest, though You wish you had this drip, this glow I’m the headline, you the text below Little fake smiles when I walk past But your group chat screaming “that bitch bad” You want my life, my bag, my ass Even screenshot my stories like a fan, that’s sad I turn my back, you turn into a blogger Write whole essays, I’m the main topic, author You bored in your bed, I’m booked, I’m blessed You stuck in the comments, I’m cutting my checks (facts) [Chorus] They talk, they talk, they talk about me I don’t give a fuck, I’m a whole damn queen (yeah) You mad, you mad, you mad, I see I’ma give you something you can talk about, me (uh) Keep my name in your mouth, that’s promo You watch every move like a GoPro You broke, you bored, you loco I’ma give you something you can talk about, oh (talk that shit) [Bridge] You hate my walk? I’ma walk harder You hate my pics? I’ma post larger You hate my wins? I’ma win smarter You hate my tongue? I’ma talk darker All your little rumors, that’s cute, that’s light I turn all your dirt into fuel, take flight You don’t like my shine? Better close those eyes ‘Cause I’m only getting brighter, bitch, surprise [Chorus] They talk, they talk, they talk about me I don’t give a fuck, I’m a whole damn queen You mad, you mad, you mad, I see I’ma give you something you can talk about, me Keep my name in your mouth, that’s promo You watch every move like a GoPro You broke, you bored, you loco I’ma give you something you can talk about, oh (yeah)

rap, Hard trap beat with booming low end, sharp hi-hat rolls, and dark brass stabs; female vocals dripping Latina queen swagger. Verses dense and punchy with pockets for ad-libs, hook opens wider with stacked chants and distorted backing shouts. Short FX risers between sections, mix keeps vocal right on top, aggressive and in-your-face., beats, hardcore

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