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I'm the trap queen
You need it I got it
I'm the trap queen
cnd if I don't got it I can get it

Chorus:
I'm the trap queen, hey 
I'm the trap queen,

the news Cause I don't trust it
I'll run through the streets Ass naked out in public
If you see me running by You better honk if you love it
Uh Uh and all my

ball when it's sunny
Niggas in the stu he rapping money, looking bummy
Like how the fuck you dissing me
And you ain't got no
You ain't got no
I was out

a party
Chased by the baddies like its tom and jerry
I never be shy got shot by a fairy
The fear of embarrassment it can be scary
Next thing you know she's

Sold Out

Dorrough

Get Big

2010

ain't changin'! (Ah Ha!)
Can't nobody lie I keep kenwoods bangin! (Boom!)
And I don't need an introduction bitch you know tha' name! (Yeaaa!)
So go

Elevated all the odds
Raid dawg, we on release
In this moment, if you love me
Lean back and let it bleed
Exhale for a moment
I ain't trying to blow the smoke

bitch, but you know you ain't on par!
When I pull up on a pussy nigga with that chrome bar
Shut his slab down, he gon' have to call up OnStar
Sippin'

ink are bullets
Cause I write with a weapon
A Minerva Owl
Creeping through the night hour
If you ain't selling weed
Then it's white powder
On that James

type of team I'm not losing
Aye and we keep grooving
Ain't nobody finna' start doin' it till we do it
You ain't got no type grind put your back into it

Papi
I ain't spanish
Jus valid wit Dons
You pussy-footed
So ya stepping is soft
Your under educated
Cuzzo detonate it
So these bitch niggas
Know we

so you know wassup
Never switching up and never gave a fuck
I ain't never been ya bro or ya homie
Get the fuck up out my face if you don't know me
I

lackin' knowledge, givin' me the third degree

Actin' like you in the aisles, but can't even see
Supposed to be your neighbor, I ain't the enemy
I'm comin'

She don't hop in the whip if it start with a key, and it's true
Everything you do got a lil bit of me but I'm keeping my cool
And I told 'em in my hood

to say

Yeah yeah yeah 
Shoot, let me get em. Look at yo self bruh you gotta be kidding 
You ain’t been cooking, yo pot must been missing 
Must be content

might be broken I need repair
Don't got the answers, think I'm confused
I asked myself, "Who are you?"

I need you right now Mack' to wake up more

Black Acura

Pac Div

GMB

2012

know is that fly shit, got pimp game on my boarding pass

Fuck what you talking 'bout, I be making G's
Posted up in the parking lot, dangling my keys

a watch
I'm finna pull up with the stick
like Roddy Rich out the box
Flow dope as a key and I got shit on lock
I'm so focused on me ain't worried bout no

the fucking world
I ain't asking for your permission
Now I got the fucking keys to the game to start the ignition 
With the hopes you'll fucking listen
And bang

Break Me Off

Big Tymers

Lights Out [Clean]

2000

on an breakin' me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans
Ain't tryin' to make a love scene
Truly I just want you

Check it out, 1996, bitches still suckin on dicks

Hoes just trippin' mayne

Choosin, they men by what kinda cars they drive

What kinda keys you

ain't friends till I know how you really act
You ain't a friend if you judge by the stats
I showed up with nobody's help
Did all the work, entered

that I'm in his top 5
That ain't no lie
I remember times where I never even knew
If I was gonna get by
You can do anything you put your mind too
I swear

on your spirit
I've been cooling bitch don't act like y'all forgot about the reaper
Slim done figured it out I got the keys no Alecia
You ain't up on us you

ain't got a silencer just a Solt Potater
I seen ya wife you had to
Be on coke to date her
It's a problem when I get in
So if it's hate in ya blood you