Gross - Princess Nokia

Yeah, I’m grosser then you hoes and it shows

I got stains on my teeth and my clothes (On my clothes)

I been sleep on the motherfucking floor

I been locked in the studio more

I been kicking my foot in the door

I been riding my wave to the core (Get it)

If you think you hate me, you gon' hate me more (What? What?)

All in my face like you know me

Bitches love beef like it’s Kobe

New York, I am a OG

Everything 'bout me is holy

I am the last of the old me

I hear the rumors about me

I hear the people that doubt me

I think it’s kind of arousing

I love the chatter that happens around me

Stick out my tongue like the people of Maori

Talking online, well, you are a coward

People see me and they already sour

I just got richer in less then an hour

No 50 Cent, but I got the power

Think that you smoking, but I got the louder

All of the boys want parts of my flowers

Rappers hit me up, I friend zone them all

I’m not the woman for your beck and call

I am a rapper, I’m not a groupie

I do campaigns, world tours, and the movies

Got every right in this world to be choosey

It’s a new decade and I am blooming

Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I’m gross (Bitch, I’m gross)

Yeah, I’m grosser then you hoes and it shows

I got stains on my teeth and my clothes (On my clothes)

I been sleep on the motherfucking floor

I been locked in the studio more

I been kicking my foot in the door

I been riding my wave to the core (Get it)

If you think you hate me, you gon' hate me more (What? What?)

This pussy hocus pocus

He want it but I’m focused

Plague with the locust

Parting waters like I’m Moses (Who?)

They say I am chosen

Baby, I’m a prophet

Got a lot of enemies

I keep garlic in my pocket

And if I’m being honest

I know you throwing evil

Put my name in the cauldron

But, I still can’t see you

No, I do not fear you (On God)

I do not fear nothing (Oh, no)

God is my leader

I know the wrath is coming

Lemme call the corners (Go 'head)

Conquer all disorders

You be screaming bloody murder

While I drag you on the corner (Mmhm)

I’m fighting with my words

I think they call it spelling

I done called the Babalawo

The priestress and the reverend (That me, on me, on me)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I’m gross (Bitch, I’m gross)

Yeah, I’m grosser then you hoes and it shows

I got stains on my teeth and my clothes (On my clothes)

I been sleep on the motherfucking floor

I been locked in the studio more

I been kicking my foot in the door

I been riding my wave to the core (Get it)

If you think you hate me, you gon' hate me more (What? What?)