Lyrics:
foreign lands,
Talkin' bout {Ha!) Queens
I'm talking bout, Brooklyn
I'm talking bout, Uptown
I'm talking bout, downtown
Oh y'all with this too
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's quiker then a {O.G.}
Ferrari and Charli and Jody move like a {O.G.}
Ol' Wizzy
sense
A queen sacrifice just made the most sense
I miss the good old days when the good ol' boys ran
Las Vegas
They erected the world's largest
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we
kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I'm
said "Listen boy, here's some hair
Of the goddamn bitch that bit you last night"
He picked me up by the hand
He took me out to the band
And he threw me
betta come quick 'fo some niggaz come hatin', ya heard!!!
Before I get to burnin' ya, Slip-n-Slide turnin' ya
Queen can't be touched like hot potatoes
we continue to reign
as the King and the Queen of hip-hop, me and B.I.
Frank White still listen to all the (a)'ttention
I'm by his side, with
to Queens, let's get it
Uh-huh
I always got a trick up my sleeve
I might give you a new trick every week
'Til this album drop, I don't know
I figured
who's playin'
This new album produced by Swizz Beats, Pharrell, and Timbaland
Correction again, this album is executive produced by the Dragon, Pharrell
[Master P talking]
G man, why don't you go on, pass the dank
Let's take a lil' break ya know whatb I'm sayin'
Before we finish this album up
would never know
I was in with ol' greedy
Gettin' him out the tow
Gotta speak in code
Don't want nobody know
One two country microphone country
One two
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(For real baby)
And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
I
Throwback summer 16
We was just teens living out big dreams
All the homies rocking designer tees
Tryna impress queens but that couldn't be me
No
the floors, by the elevator doors
That's the last thing that I saw
Damn, we plan to make grands of our home
(Number two)
Jagged edge, rockin' God, hard
like a carousel
It's 2 am and your boo is
Hitting up my cell
You up? (Whatcha doing?)
You up? (How ya been?)
You up? (Hey, cutie)
You up? (How ya been?)
menstral cycle
High-powered spit from the lungs
Suck dick like an ol' lady al gums
Sweetheart ain't no comparin'
You got that Victor Baron
[Hook x2
of Versailles with a queen by my side
In this hot girl summer, I'm just trying to find a wife
Visualizing from every island that's on Hawaii
With my team
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question the suggestion was made
The foundation
his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we
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