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Queen Only on them C's if it's breeze (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Red Ruby Da Sleeze, Chinese on my sleeve These wannabe Chun-Li's, anyway, 你好 (Nǐ Hǎo, uh-oh) Who the fuck told bitches they was me now? (Uh-oh, ooh) I knew these bitches was slow, I ain't know these bitches senile (Ooh) Married a shooter case you niggas tried to breathe loud (Brr-brr) Boom your face off, then I tell him, "Cease fire" I'm the AB side Seven-hundred on them horses, when we fixin' to leave (Uh-oh, uh-oh) But I don't fuck with horses since Christopher Reeves (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Gotta be careful when I do it, it's flips all in the whips It's 40's with 30 clips, FN's with the switch Guacamole with taco, waitin' on El Chapo Came in the Rolls and left low in a Tahoe Bad gyal don't die-die-die (Brr) Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta 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 touchin' on his body, like ya Boy affi dead if he ever diss me You know what to do if he ever miss me Letras de canciones 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 "Na-na-na-na-na-na-na" He want the bad gyal sleeze like that Well, I'm a 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 I love 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 that, grrah-ta-ta 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 touchin' on his body, like ya Boy affi dead if he ever diss me You know what to do if he ever miss me When the Queen leave, bitches wanna come out like a cockroach (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Until I'm cookin' in the kitchen like a pot roast That new Spectre, we don't fill pot holes (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Dorito bitches, mad that they nachos Shout out my vatos Shout out to hoes that's watchin' me like Movados (Click, 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 (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Call Malone and tell him I'm goin' postal (Brr) These bitches rappin' like my blooper roll (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Desert eagle if your nigga actin' super bold (Got 'em, got 'em) Got 'em like "Uh-oh" Gun fingers like niggas doin' the bogle, ya fuckin' 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 (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Six-hundred horse, how you gone catch the boss? Caught 'em with they hand out, tryna catch the sauce (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Thierry Mugler flow tryna cut the cloth See the difference is I run businesses (Uh-oh, uh-oh) If I ain't employ you, then what ya business is? I'll have staff roll up like what the business is? (Uh-oh, uh-oh) "Oh, you don't know that my niggas kill witnesses?" Bad gyal don't die-die-die Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta 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 touchin' on his body, like ya Boy affi dead if he ever diss me You know what to do if he ever miss me, yeah 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 From Letras Mania