(Queen!)
Only on them Cs if it's breeze
Red Ruby da Sleeze
Chinese on my sleeves
These wanna be Chun Li's
Anyway, nǐ hǎo (nî hâo)
Who the fuck told bitches they was me now?
I knew these bitches was slow
I ain't know these bitches senile
Married a shooter, case you niggas tried to breathe loud
Boom your face off then I tell him cease fire
I'm the A, B side
Seven hundred on them horses when we fixing to leave
But I don't fuck with horses since Christopher Reeves
(Oh‐oh, oh‐oh!)
Gotta be careful when I dip, it's flips all in the whip
It's 40s with 30 clips, FN's with the switch
Guacamole with the taco
Waiting for El Chapo
Came in the Rolls and left low in the Tahoe
Bad gyal don't die, die, die
Hundred rounds on dat gratata
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta
She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah
Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah
Rude boy want me touching on his body, like yah
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
And he know what to do if he ever miss me
Miss me with that na-na-na-na-na-na-na
I stay with my na-na-na-na-na-na-na
His ex hit him, he like nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
He want the bad gyal sleeze like dat
Why I'ma tease like that?
Ill na-na-na-na-na-na-na
He told me bring him that na-na-na-na-na-na-na
We don't be Karen like Donna-na-na-na-na-na-na
I like it when he grab my cheeks like that, why I'm a freak like that?
Bad gyal don't die, die, die
Hundred rounds on dat gratata
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta
She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah
Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah
Rude boy want me touching on his body, like yah
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
And he know what to do if he ever miss me
When the queen, leave bitches wanna come out like a cockroach
Until I'm cooking in the kitchen like a pot roast
That new Spectre, we don't feel pot holes
Dorito bitches mad that they nachos
Shout out my vatos
Shout out da hoes that's watching me like Movados
Click-click, all them, all them botched face photos, why would you post those?
Make a gyal duppy since I heard you like my ghost hoes
Big truck but I'm alone like Post though
Call Malone and tell him I'm going postal
These bitches rapping like my blooper roll
Desert eagle if your nigga acting Super Bold
Got 'em like uh-oh
Gun fingers like niggas doing the bogle
Ya fucking bozo
That .40 cal a make 'em dance like a go-go
Super Fakks, that's word to Super Cat
We ah rude gyal youth and we nuh tek back we chat
'Cause bitches couldn't walk in my Crocs, that's word to Dundee
Just a bunch of airheads like Kelly Bundy
Man, these bitches so slow, man, they slower than sloths
Six hundred horse, how you gon' catch the boss?
Caught 'em with they hand out, tryna catch the sauce
Thierry Mugler flow tryna cut the cloth
See the difference is, I run businesses
If I ain't employ you, then what yo business is?
I'll have staff roll up like what the business is?
Oh, you don't know that my niggas kill witnesses?
Bad gyal don't die, die, die
Hundred rounds on dat gratata
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta
She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah
Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah
Rude boy want me touching on his body, like yah
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
And he know what to do if he ever miss me
(If you want me to stay
I'll never leave
If you want me to stay
We'll always be
If you want me to stay
I'll never leave
If you want me to stay
Love endlessly
If you want me to stay)
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