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Our ting's certi, it ain't a fling You see queen there? I am her king I'm on point, she's on job I do work and she handles biz And we got everyting on lock But this ain't the bing See, I've got her back and she's got mine That's back to back just like a Drake diss When we're on road and we don't link up Then my hotline bling just like a Drake hit Both got baggage, but that's cool Help each other with our cases When we're on road and her face screws up But I can see why they're hating Cuh I got the sauce and she's got the juice We hydrating My one's wavy, my one's cool My one's wavy, my one's cool My one's wavy, my one's cool It's me against the world with my one Cuh my one's gang, she's fam, she's cool She plays her riddims anytime we cruise She's the Bonnie to my Clyde, my goon She's the Bernadette to my Wolowitz Letras de cancionesAnd it's gonna end in a big bang too She looks buff when she's got makeup And she looks leng without it too My real friend, no pretence I like the me I am with you If I've got tings and she's got tings Tell bossman you better make that two Deadbeat gyal try slide in my DMs Um, move I don't know what you tek this ting for Fire pon a basic gyal dere, that's loose I ain't tryna lose my one there Cuh my one's gang, she's fam, she's crew My one's wavy, my one's cool My one's wavy, my one's cool My one's wavy, my one's cool It's me against the world with my one Cuh my one's gang, she's fam, she's cool Cuh I like my girl so I'm tryna look after my girl Make a wife out my girl Make your girl start asking questions Why don't you like her just like I like my girl? I don't bred anyone But back in the day, I would've lenged any girl But now look, everyting switched up Yeah, man, I'm cool with this one Yo, I want an intelligent girl Girl that can rock my world A female with brains as well as looks Buff ting that likes to read books and cooks Hates when I mix with the crooks Prestige on you, wears Prada suits The kind of girl I want to have my youts When the hard times come, we stay strong like roots She makes her own loop Alibi for whenever I shoot My one's wavy, my one's cool My one's wavy, my one's cool My one's wavy, my one's cool It's me against the world with my one Cuh my one's gang, she's fam, she's cool Never forget that you're the god saviours and founders Never let dem man dere be doubting your powers If they can't embrace your glow, then they're cowards Cuh queens never tek no disrespect, 'llow it Anytime there's a problem, stand firm Always found ways around it And keep a head up, don't let your crown slip You're the blessing that keeps giving, we keep counting Pull up, skrrt, even if you pull up in a skirt You still wear the trousers Without you, there's no me No us, no we You're more than your breasts, more than your thigh More than your face, more than I like Love in your heart, pain in your eye Mother nature A mother's nuture's more than religion, preach Oi, fuck these skets, God save the queens From Letras Mania