Lyrics:
Hey I love you I wanna be
With you uh no that's stupid
Uh, hi princess no what?
Hey how are you doing today queen?
I'm traveling with Tyrone
What do
Let's stop the conversation
Don't need no explanation
Girl you got me feeling crazy
And I'm feeling hazy
You're my secret obsession
In the club she
of communication and
I knew I could sing from being
In tune with the radio
I would listen to whatever my
Mom played in the car
The big divas: Whitney, Mariah, Celine
I'm still in love with the con of a queen
I wanna wrap her in serpentine
Still wanna wrap her in serpentine
It was the devil!
the Swarm
Day 2 breaks, it's a stormy Monday
My ninjas lay in revines and ditches
Underneath shrubs and leaves
They breathed through underwater reeds
Slimmy, Queen to my Slimmy
If it means I won't be here, from dyin' for your love
Will you forgive me?
I feel at home in the kitty
Lay my head
I'm never done paying my dues
My mind frame is "I'm forever making my payments"
I walk by a so called tough guy, watch him tuck his chain in
No
I stayed on the West Coast
And I'm the queen with the most
I fuck with the East Coast niggas
(Hey baby, hey baby I'm from the East Coast
I recognize
cream
Piper cause I'm piped up with the mustard team
Plus the queen Fort Knox and hearts
King of medallions Monty Guard
Even Italians see my battalion
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
quick and fast
I live in San Francisco
And my thoughts on this might go against the flow
But yeah, I think they should torture him to death
With
meetings
Pretend that they're part of the great scheme
They laugh at fate
Courting death like they
Were all James Dean
Me, I'm hanging out here
With my
the city and you know who the squad be
Flipmode, bitch, look see ain't nothin' changed
Now I'm back with the remix with the Queens of the game (Turn it
I'm thinking of squeezing you tight
Even though I'm on my grind
Jah has put you in my life
To love and grow with me In time
So nuh worry bout who talk
Queens it
I'm in too deep, losing sleep I can't call it
In love with this drug shit, loyal and all for it
What's a nigga to do, with no cash,
Streached up in hospital beds, fed fluid
Two bullets hit my leg, one passed through it
Saw the blood and the hole in my calf, looked through it
My life's
to a nightmare
Martin Luther the King
Without a queen, nah mean?
By any means, yaddadimean?
In the coupe, my Miss Coretta Scott thing
And I swear I had a dream, I
'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse
in the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime Method, add another
killer verse
queen live and die by the sword
Dead inside and it was all your fault
Baby i'm just cutting all my arms
And now i'm sitting here in my whip
Driving long
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome aboard Official Nast' Airlines, flight 98
Yo, kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs where you
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
a ratchet, what's good?
It happens in Compton, happens in Queens, happened to Big L
Happened to Chinx and 2Pac in that passenger's seat
Sometimes it's
it!)
Fly with me (let's do it!)
Come on baby, fly with me
I'll buy you love if I got
Two hundred balloons
(Let's do it!)
Tell me that you love
Rich folks love common people
This is a common queen
I saw her first, short black mini skirt
Hair like ebony silk, legs made me melt
Grace of a dove,
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