Lyrics:
call it ah drive by
Roll the window up park up and hot box
They don't want problems on Opp block
We don't pull up on niggas we top opps (Like)
(We don't
my fashion
On how I bake MC's like Alaska
King crap, it's to see Daz
Put it on the ring, uh
They don't want to rock it
They don't wanna fuck around
the rhythm in my bones
And I can't help but let it show
I'm the queen of the Luminous Lounge
And I'm here to take the crown, and I'm here to, and I'm, And I'm
July kids die, wishin for snow to fall
The protocol, tear down the US brick by brick
Hittin licks on Queen Elizabeth pearls
fam pillaged the world
Black
on the brink, we're just looking for a win, it's bottom up, not top down so bottom's up, rock out with you cock out, don't bottom out, we're about to eat
realty
Get up ＆ ready
Get up ＆ ready
Oh, I'm ready to be
Queen of the rock.
So baby, tell me
what am I supposed to be
Tortured by a guilty conscience
What
prime
That real New York talk, home of gritty and grime
Check it, I got the cleanup, Bronsonelli's batting lead off
Your mother's mouth is the place
the party or the precinct?
Queens cats rock, keep it rugged and recent
My nigga Nore thug it out (thug it out, no doubt)
Phife Dawg bugging out (bugging
with 9
Five I'm in my prime, jive if you say I'm lying
I'm like Shaq to rap if we talking Shaq in his prime
I paint a pic with the rhymes, Barry Basquiat
shots, call it Don Julio
But they don't really see me though
But they don't really see me though
All night, life like a video
Prime time, something like
'n'roller
A sweet little rock'n'roller
Sure knows how to wiggle her mojo
Drivin' you loco
Dressed to a T, swings like a jive
Hits you like a boxing glove
Better hold
grunge, rock, and hip-hop,
I wear baggy jeans, chain wallet attached.
Graphic tees, Inspired by skater and band culture,
Rappers worn bandanas
Like a sandwich feel one bite at a time
Get it get it done climax to prime
One and only
Margarita on the rocks
One and only
Butter up the ciroc
One
I just need the Crwn bitch gimme the Crwn
And I'm a hold it down bitch gimme the Crwn
Or I can cut your head off and pick it up from the ground
Like MOP, nigga, I'll mash you out
If I can't get you here, swing by your house, muthafucka
Ya'll niggas got it twisted, huh?
That liquor up into
the queen of 1964
What a pity she became a shadow of the girl
She was before
She passed her prime, it seems a shame somehow
But nobody wants an overage
the Casbah
The shareef don't like it
Rock the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
By order of the prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy
A prime letter
A letter to self
The mind better
And I do this myself (yeah)
This my clever (Everybody)
(Just bounce with me)
(Just rock with me)
(Just
(Exotic)
Yuh (Playboy Mansion)
Bouncing up and down (Playboy Mansion)
She just wanna kill (Playboy Mansion)
Yuh (Playboy Mansion)
I keep my bitch by my side
& Park, Queen Latifah, Chris Rock, or Jenny Jones
I knock down buildings, and chop down trees
I kick so fucking hard they say, "You Japanese"
I'm up in
get it together with Louise
Ooh Louise
Queen in blue jeans,
boppin' at the hop,
alive with the jive
rollin' with the rock
Louise
Baby gonna
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
their fortress
Kidnap the queen, rode away on white horses
Name me king
Name me king
Brick by brick I built my fortress
My queen beautiful, Lamborghini
ever need a hit
I got these black queens who top notch and wanna make me they pick
I'm on a wave now, making plays now
Until I got it, I stayed down.
Got
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