Uploaded August 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago
s.l.b.
Yeah! Uh!
Hardcore threads in the spotlight, yo!
Betsey J in the house!
C’mon!
I hit the runway like I’m stompin’ on concrete,
Betsey Johnson threads, make the whole club freak.
Pink skulls, tutus, combat boots clash,
Like spray-paint tags when the subway dash.
She flips the script with a cartwheel spin,
Fashion anarchist where the madness begin.
While Versace stay polished, Chanel stay neat,
Betsey throw glitter bombs all over the street.
Spin like Betsey, cartwheel crazy,
Style so loud, it’ll drive you hazy.
Hardcore threads with a punk rock soul,
In the 90s game, she takin’ control!
Yo, lace and leopard, neon explosions,
Patterns like dynamite, wild implosions.
Runway riot yo, the models march tough,
Lookin’ sweet as candy, but the vibe stay rough.
Brooklyn blocks to the glam-shop scene,
She flipped fashion dirty, made couture obscene.
While the critics got shook, couldn’t box her in,
Betsey lit matches let the fire begin!
Spin like Betsey, cartwheel crazy,
Style so loud, it’ll drive you hazy.
Hardcore threads with a punk rock soul,
In the 90s game, she takin’ control!
Who got the dresses that scream rebellion?
(Betsey J!)
Betsey J, they yellin’!
Who made punk chic with a ballerina twist?
(Betsey J!)
She top of the list!
Yo, I roll through the party with sequins and studs,
Candy-colored chaos mixed with street-blood.
She ain’t couture royalty, nah, she the queen of the wild,
Fashion outlaw with a dangerous smile.
In a hardcore cypher, she’d spit in pink,
Cartwheel past haters before they could blink.
This ain’t Calvin Klein, this ain’t Pierre Balmain,
This Betsey Johnson, remember her name!
Spin like Betsey, cartwheel crazy,
Style so raw, it’ll leave you dazey .
Hardcore threads with a punk rock soul,
From the 90s days eternal control!
Yeah!
Cartwheel queen of the hardcore scene!
Betsey forever, keep it mean!
Uh!
s.l.b.
Yeah! Uh!
Hardcore threads in the spotlight, yo!
Betsey J in the house!
C’mon!
I hit the runway like I’m stompin’ on concrete,
Betsey Johnson threads, make the whole club freak.
Pink skulls, tutus, combat boots clash,
Like spray-paint tags when the subway dash.
She flips the script with a cartwheel spin,
Fashion anarchist where the madness begin.
While Versace stay polished, Chanel stay neat,
Betsey throw glitter bombs all over the street.
Spin like Betsey, cartwheel crazy,
Style so loud, it’ll drive you hazy.
Hardcore threads with a punk rock soul,
In the 90s game, she takin’ control!
Yo, lace and leopard, neon explosions,
Patterns like dynamite, wild implosions.
Runway riot yo, the models march tough,
Lookin’ sweet as candy, but the vibe stay rough.
Brooklyn blocks to the glam-shop scene,
She flipped fashion dirty, made couture obscene.
While the critics got shook, couldn’t box her in,
Betsey lit matches let the fire begin!
Spin like Betsey, cartwheel crazy,
Style so loud, it’ll drive you hazy.
Hardcore threads with a punk rock soul,
In the 90s game, she takin’ control!
Who got the dresses that scream rebellion?
(Betsey J!)
Betsey J, they yellin’!
Who made punk chic with a ballerina twist?
(Betsey J!)
She top of the list!
Yo, I roll through the party with sequins and studs,
Candy-colored chaos mixed with street-blood.
She ain’t couture royalty, nah, she the queen of the wild,
Fashion outlaw with a dangerous smile.
In a hardcore cypher, she’d spit in pink,
Cartwheel past haters before they could blink.
This ain’t Calvin Klein, this ain’t Pierre Balmain,
This Betsey Johnson, remember her name!
Spin like Betsey, cartwheel crazy,
Style so raw, it’ll leave you dazey .
Hardcore threads with a punk rock soul,
From the 90s days eternal control!
Yeah!
Cartwheel queen of the hardcore scene!
Betsey forever, keep it mean!
Uh!
