All this talkin’ these wannabes wanna know me
They be clockin’ me, stalkin’ me on the low key
I don’t know you, you don’t know me
So if I’m walkin’ down the street don’t approach me

Look at my lips, look at my eyes, look at my new chain
Look at my thighs, look at my drip, look at my new plane
I got the grit, I got the grip, I’m ‘bout to go ape
If looks could kill yeah I’d be diggin’ you a new grave

Roses are red, violets are blue 
I’m gonna be the end of you

I know I‘m pretty but I’m not that delicate (delicate, delicate)
No I’m not that delicate
Don’t mess with me naw I’m not that delicate (delicate, delicate)
Naw I’m not that delicate
I look this but I ain’t innocent (innocent)
I never miss I’m a ten outta ten (yeah)
I know I‘m pretty but I’m not that delicate (delicate, delicate)
Naw I’m not that delicate
Naw I’m not that delicate

Don’t go playin’ with fire you gonna get burned 
Judge a book by the cover you gonna get learnt 
I go too fast, make ya eyes blur
Try to keep up the pace and you gonna get hurt

Little bit queen, little bit mean, little bit insane
Little bit flame, little bit spark, little bit propane
I got the grit, I got the grip, I’m ‘bout to go ape
If looks could kill yeah I’d be diggin’ you a new grave

Roses are red, violets are blue 
I’m gonna be the end of you

I know I‘m pretty but I’m not that delicate (delicate, delicate)
No I’m not that delicate
Don’t mess with me naw I’m not that delicate (delicate, delicate)
Naw I’m not that delicate
I look this but I ain’t innocent (innocent)
I never miss I’m a ten outta ten (yeah)
I know I‘m pretty but I’m not that delicate (delicate, delicate)
Naw I’m not that delicate
Naw I’m not that delicate
I know I‘m pretty but I’m not that delicate