Lyrics

In the end, I'm the man, queen Exposed, hate these hos, but I love my bros They kill the money, queen shit, bitch Nigga make me mad, so I tell his ass bye Face always in my pussy, so we don't see eye to eye Every bitch with me fly, and we baked as a pie Only time I'ma cry when I want a bitch to die Nigga make me mad, so I tell his ass bye Face always in my pussy, so we don't see eye to eye Every bitch with me fly, and we baked as a pie Only time I'ma cry when I want a bitch to die This nigga Ray so gay online, making post 'bout me He all on Facebook but he was giving me face Mad 'cause he got his ass replaced I should expose his ass Cookin' in his draws with a hole in his ass Freak ass nigga put a toe in his ass He a snake in the grass, so I'm mowin' his ass Expose these bitch niggas Expose all these fake rich niggas Expose these trick on my niggas, can't trick on a bitch I'll suck yo' dick niggas Bitch, you ain't got great head You ain't got that ask if you ate head You ain't got that fuck if I'm late head You ain't got that get caught cheatin' bitch, play dead Who next? This nigga breezy, so damn cheesy Really a deadbeat 'cause he still wanna eat me But I don't do court bitch, nigga Big as hell gettin' bullied by a short bitch Boy, you's a hoe Mad 'cause you was eatin' pussy on the flo If I really wanted you, nigga, you a go Let's be for real, nigga still act slow Queenshit, bitch, fuck these niggas, I ain't poor Nigga make me mad, so I tell his ass bye Face always in my pussy, so we don't see eye to eye Every bitch with me fly, and we baked as a pie Only time I'ma cry when I want a bitch to die Nigga make me mad, so I tell his ass bye Face always in my pussy, so we don't see eye to eye Every bitch with me fly, and we baked as a pie Only time I'ma cry when I want a bitch to die I don't care, nigga, I be gettin' high Even if I weren't lazy, I still won't reply Had a nigga shy, eatin' pussy like pie He be singin' on a bitch like my, my, my Bitch, rap on it Put my ass in his face, and he tap on it Nigga EMP, gotta smack on it Bitch, it's me versus me, and I'm back on it Niggas gettin' hit for free, I ain't no rack on it Put a track on him Nigga tryna beef with me over pack hair (fuck that) Bitch, if I was you, I wouldn't go back there I'm the shit, so these niggas don't act fair He ain't have a better chance with a black belt Rippin' nigga whole face off, then act scared I'ma run, but if the police ask, motherfucker, I'ma act square Ay, expose these fuck niggas Ay, Queen Key, I'ma fuck it up, nigga I don't fuck with dro no more But you already know how it go Queen shit, bitch Ay, ay, yeah EMP shit, bitch, impressive Tell these bitches, quit coppin' off me, man These hos 50 years old, still coppin' off me, man Coppin' off me, man Bitch
Writer(s): Keasha Mcclure Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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