Lyrics:
singles on the radio
Chino never had the doe, I was determined though
Sabotaged at birth, cursed by an evil angel to strangle
My aspirations from every
can sell a million records
On magazine front covers butt naked
Used to be a queen who was highly respected
Now when I listen to ya album, shit get
It's been a while now
But I'm back
Makin love in the rear
And my ride, couldn't leave cuz I'm luvin it here
I used to have to take a cab
Always stuck
chick in handcuffs like one time
one rhyme will beat your whole damn album
one rhyme will make me sign on the X like Malcolm
the industry is rapping
on a nigga ear
And do all the things that make a nigga want to get near
Oh I'm a Queens representative
Get wild by any means my incentive is
When we done,
on a nigga ear
And do all the things that make a nigga want to get near
Oh I'm a Queens representative
Get wild by any means my incentive is
When we done,
to nibble on a nigga ear
And do all the things that make a nigga want to get near
Oh I'm a Queens representative
Get wild by any means my incentive is
to nibble on a nigga ear
And do all the things that make a nigga want to get near
Oh I'm a Queens representative
Get wild by any means my incentive is
and see
Livin' a legend, in the kitchen cheffin'
I'm a player, you just reffin'
Still public housin', fuck the album
You cuffin' bitches, I'm puffin' sour
like me unless I'm driving something pricey [repeat x1]
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
(ay) Okay so know it's getting crucial
I feel like your comments
do say so myself I’m still mad nice to date
Oh by the way if you wondering how I got here?
I took bike to Palmgrove and didn’t stop there
Hopped
don't ride in no cab now
I be takin' these percs till I pass out
I be makin' these bands so they mad now
I don't fuck with these boys, 'cause they fanned
and grab me by the hand
I'll take you for a dance, I know this your jam
Then we'll dip up outta here and we'll get a cab
And we'll cover all the bases like
slow mo
I did everything by my solo
Marketing and following dreams so I can grow more
Rapping and pushing the brinks about 10 fold
Manifested everything
a little song for her in my notes
Oh baby yeah i feel like you were meant for me
I'll write an album about her show her what she meant to me
And you ain't
odplakac by sie nie zapasc nie dac sie złamac niepoddac
Wspominam dom w ktorym czekal cieply obiad i teraz zmieniam
Ton bo ile mozna milczec caly on ojciec
my enemy
You have thought it was ten of me
On point like a widow peak
I deliberately give 'em dillies that
Do what it do
Painting a picture like
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
stepin on my toes [x4]
Your mamma, yea i seen her butt naked in the front row
Your daddy, yea i heard he was in vip smokin dro
Your grand mammy, yea i
'm turning in my album
Get amnesia when they ask "who you got your style from?"
You niggas make me laugh 'til I cry
Scared to use your voice, so all you
Specially posed, fit but you know the Streets video
Here we go, it was all good just a week ago
Seems like yesterday we was one people
Ten man onstage back
no, they takin' photos
Ridin' by myself
Yeah it's perfect strollin' solo
My world spinnin' like a jojo 1 night
10 packs then relax like I'm a slowpoke
my frown, puts the cheese in my smilin'
Pull up in the C10
Every single weekend
With the straight sixer
But it's all I really need fam
Sitting in
only love family
Yeah
I guess it's my turn
Alright
Wvtch Wxlvez
South beach wet willies No Uber call a cab
Back to the future
That's my past I need my
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