Your Highness

Lyrics

(Buonasera)

(Mi chiamo Medusa)


I got all these snakes up in my face

They acting real funny

I turn it to stone and then charge em

Call it hard money

When you fear no man and no bitch

The Future so sunny

I’m a luxury like Versace

I’m the shit, honey


(Viva i’italia)

(Dove sei?)

(Viva i’italia)

(Dove sei?)

(Viva i’italia)

(Dove sei?)

(Viva i’italia)

(A presto!)


For instance I wanna mention the one who got me feeling so hostile

Who think he a badass cause he been fucking an insta model

And she think she the shit cause she can finally afford that pill bottle

And everyone pretends their souls are anything but real hollow (
Like they ain’t go home and be alone and start to get suicidal

Stealing their kids child support to get high, bitch that’s true gospel

Pretending that shit ain’t seen by the universe, ay Jesu Christo


In front of a judge as old as Ben Franklin

With a bitch boy who thinks he got me achin

Mad cause I make fun of him when he naked

Spillin the tea, across the coals I’m rakin

(Rah!)

He got more tracks than a bloodhounds beaten

Prolly from all the pineapple he been eaten

Sweet tooth the only tooth left for feedin

And if you can’t tell he got a problem tweakin

(Ah!)


I got all these snakes up in my face

They acting real funny

I turn it to stone and then charge em

Call it hard money

When you fear no man and no bitch

The Future so sunny

I’m a luxury like Versace

I’m the shit, honey


(Viva i’italia)

(Dove sei?)

(Viva i’italia)

(Dove sei?)

(Viva i’italia)

(Dove sei?)

(Viva i’italia)

(A presto!)


Bitch you're an office dime in a dozen, you’re a carbon copy

Guess he settled for you cause he couldn't have a chance with me

You’re on thin ice, slipping and sliding, looking so sloppy

I got guns loaded, sights on you bitch, and I’m feeling cocky


So original, I don’t believe in good taste

And if I catch em looking once, they never gonna look away

Maybe haters gonna hate

but all you do is imitate

You Should have stepped up to the plate

But You chose to show up late

Was you the best that he could get

I think that someone lost a bet

Cause that rock in your ring is really crack and Percocet

And still prolly counterfeit

I see you chomping at the bit

Might say he's gonna marry you, but he ain't divorced me yet

Can’t afford it I guess

(I guess, I guess)

(Hahaha)


I got all these snakes up in my face

They acting real funny

I turn it to stone and then charge em

Call it hard money

When you fear no man and no bitch

The Future so sunny

I’m a luxury like Versace

I’m the shit, honey


(Viva i’italia)

(Dove sei?)

(Viva i’italia)

(Dove sei?)

(Viva i’italia)

(Dove sei?)

(Viva i’italia)

(A presto!)