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The only white rapper who's allowed to say the N-word
I buy a bunch of 'em and put it on my black card
Now I got some street cred, use it 'till
to death, dead
Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead
Money, power, respect, street cred, yeah
It's scary ain't it? Picture yourself goin' out
queens
Where niggas they get
Caught up in between guns (Queens!)
Casino cash, cream killa queens tun (Queens!)
Where I live, what I rep
QB dun'
Hit that nigga, man, fuck these niggas
Straight up, all y'all niggas, yo, yo
Queens got the vets
(Killa Queens, killa, killa Queens)
Queens be
kicking
Ju na-pressure mpaka na siwafichi
Back on my backpacker shit
Pack facts on a track then attack the kicks
You’re still a slave don’t relax still
for me
She not everybody she ain't in the streets
Queen dats my queen yup
A mom a wife a grandma a daughter
Heal my soul when she feed my hunger
Quench
queens
Where niggas they get
Caught up in between guns (Queens!)
Casino cash, cream killa queens tun (Queens!)
Where I live, what I rep
QB dun'
Having an argument with myself down Elizabeth Street
Bumping into backpackers and
struggling with the parameters
and the basic construction of my
for these rap heads c backpackers orgy Beats and rhymes that'll break your neck What you wanna do for me?
This goes out to all the 5 boros Sedwick ave
a bit darker
But then I got back up, and the fans said I'm the Godfather
I've had times in my life that were cringe-worthy
Real street life, yeah, I
Queen Street Queen
You're my late night fiend
You're my Queen Street Queen
Yes I wanna be your king
Heels are in your left hand baby
Cup is in your right
photo/
Nice with the words on the low though/
Like a hustler running numbers/
Not a dollar playing lotto/
c backpacker's bravado/circling Movados/
In
Thun (Queens in the house)
Queensbridge, baby (Queens in the house)
No doubt, no doubt, no doubt (Queens in the house)
Not niggas I really met
We're the kings of rock now nigga, know-mean?
Queens Day, cash made on Hollis Ave
Q-B-O-R-O, nigga, makin niggas seem easy
Queens Day, cash
I'm a queen, I'm a queen
I'm a queen, I'm a queen
Twirling my hair, styling my crown
Nobody better than me
Who could ever take me down
I should be
of a black queen
Planted secretly by Almighty
Ignite a flame inside of me
Gotta use another strategy
These streets ain't helpin' me
See, my destiny is
She's a street walker
A sweet sweet talker
A real good looker
Her name is Miss Walker
Yes she's my shebeen queen
Oh oh oh
She's a midnight sleeper
dies oder jenes, Jungs
Von der Street, sie erzählen es
Jeder fährt über die Grenze jetzt
Kilos Weed im Mercedes
Weil jeder über jeden jetzt so
Wie ein
I was supposed to be a trap rapper
Mistaken identity, sat me with the backpackers
Made it all comfortable, sweet as a redeemer
Duncan or Blade
now I feel so weak when I see you
Walking down the street
You wave to me
And suddenly I can't breath
I can't breathe
Because I've loved you since
Bitches have my name in the streets
Haha
They mans wanna fuck on me
Yes queen
Gave him a lil taste
Now he want me to take your place
Slay queen
Only on my
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Gulemo dilemma
Gulemo dilemma
Tie me up, the city heat
Bring the bell, go down the street
When I fall back, give it to my (ayy, ayy, yeah)
I'm a queen, I'm a queen, I'm a queen (I'ma queen)
Wear a lot of gold, but I get a lot of green (get
Yes queen yes goddess
Yes queen yes goddess
Yes queen yes goddess
Yes queen you got this goddess
She nice with it, fix some chicken and rice with it
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