[Intro]
(Woo! This shit is my jam)
(This shit is my jam)
(This shit is my jam)
(Woo! This shit is my jam)
(This shit is my jam)
(This shit is my jam)
(Woo! This shit is my jam)
(This shit is my jam)
(This shit is my jam)
(Woo! This shit is my jam)
(This shit is my jam)
(This shit is my jam)
[Verse 1]
I be the bitch that make the bops
I don't know how to make a flop
All of my boys their tops are cropped
And we ‘bout to come through, through, ooh
We going off we party hard
There ain’t no stopping when we start
Their milkshake brought us to the yard
Show me what you gon' do
They call me miss cookie tookie shooky shooky quack quack
Miss calculator when I'm counting them racks
Miss Halle Berry when we looking like BAPS
Duck bitch
This beat slaps
(Woo! This shit is my jam)
(This shit is my jam)
(This shit is my jam)
(Woo! This shit is my jam)
(This shit is my jam)
(This shit is my jam)
(Woo! This shit is my jam)
(This shit is my jam)
(This shit is my jam)
(Woo! This shit is my jam)
(This shit is my jam)
(This shit is my jam)
[Verse 1]
I be the bitch that make the bops
I don't know how to make a flop
All of my boys their tops are cropped
And we ‘bout to come through, through, ooh
We going off we party hard
There ain’t no stopping when we start
Their milkshake brought us to the yard
Show me what you gon' do
They call me miss cookie tookie shooky shooky quack quack
Miss calculator when I'm counting them racks
Miss Halle Berry when we looking like BAPS
Duck bitch
This beat slaps
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