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episode 2 - queen key lyrics

[intro]
my pops raised me to be a gangster disciple (queen)
she just an evil b*tch (duh, b*tch)
i don’t give a f*ck if i, if i am or i ain’t the daddy (mm, cry me a river, b*tch)
we could’ve been still f*ckin’ (no, the f*ck we couldn’t)
i asked her to record me you know, to tell the truth (exactly)
on bdn, let’s get that clear (exactly, what you wanna know?)
i asked for that that, i told her to record me
so, you know
it’s nothing

[verse 1]
hurt b*tch and that d*ck broke (broke)
egg*head ass so happy he cracked, that’s why his ass got yolked (b*tch)
d*ck couldn’t make me cum, he was knocked out, i’m in this b*tch woke
ho can’t never say my p*ssy dry or weak, b*tch, i lеft that b*tch soaked
dumb b*tch, i’m sh*ttin’ on you
and i never suckеd your d*ck, but you already know when i see you, i’m spittin’ on you
talkin’ ’bout obsessed, i’m beatin’ your ass, b*tch, that’s the only way i’m hittin’ on you
grown*ass goofy should thank me, i be stoppin’ these n*ggas from gettin’ on you
talkin’ ’bout you f*cked, b*tch, wouldn’t sit on your face, n*gga, let alone sit on you

[interlude]
b*tch steady goin’ to facebook talkin’ sh*t, ‘b*tch, ’cause you know i don’t got a facebook with your lame dirty ass, b*tch
you couldn’t f*ck sh*t, b*tch
god knows, f*ck is you talkin’ ’bout?
you the only n*gga in america that can’t f*ck they baby mama, b*tch
[verse 2]
ho, you a loser
you really mad a b*tch get n*ggas, b*tch, i been a chooser
you really mad i ran that f*ckin’ bag up like a mover
your mama think you paid, that sh*t so sad, why you confuse her? (huh?)
i could’ve got her out the hood, you ain’t wanna improve her
n*gga think he onto somethin’, b*tch, f*ck you thought, you future? (b*tch, i’m future)
f*ck you, b*tch, let another n*gga raise your kids, it’s gon’ go smoother
b*tch*ass n*gga know what time it is, give a f*ck about no rumors
weak*ass n*gga, he really a user
n*gga, listen
i’m the prize, i’m the star, when i come around, i glisten
your washed*up ass only halfway relevant if ke’asha mentioned
music ain’t even worth a pile of sh*t, let alone a listen
i wash my hands with p*ssy n*ggas, but you soft, so i’ma rinse ’em

[interlude]
the f*ck? you soft*ass n*gga
motherf*ckers mad about that exposin’ sh*t, let’s be for real, b*tch
get a grip
n*gga talkin’ ’bout he gon’ sue me
how you gon’ sue me and you a deadbeat, b*tch?
the judge gon’ throw a rock at your ass

[verse 3]
listen, sport
you really dropped the ball, b*tch, now it’s f*ck goin’ to court (b*tch)
when i tried, you didn’t try, b*tch, your ass tried to ignore it (b*tch)
who the f*ck you think you is, b*tch? i’m the man and you the wh0re (b*tch)
if you wanna get involved, b*tch, holler at me, keep it short (ho)
only god can judge me, all you hoes gon’ get ignored (only god can judge me, b*tch)
please get over yourself, b*tch, f*ckin’ with you ain’t no reward (i don’t get sh*t from that)
b*tch, it’s actually the worst, that’s why a b*tch dispersed (b*tch)
that’s why a b*tch don’t give a f*ck about you ’cause you worthless
i was a young b*tch just doin’ young sh*t
ho, i ain’t know no better, but i’ma show ’em better
ho, i can’t fail and i love my babies, so this ain’t h*ll (b*tch)
if that n*gga drown, that’s the only way i’ll wish him well
i’ma bail out, n*gga need a handout
need a white man to hold his hand, be a man, he a sellout
b*tch, get the h*ll out
[outro]
b*tch (period), period, queen sh*t, b*tch
y’all better hope i don’t have another motherf*ckin’ episode
that’s what y’all better not hope, godd*mn (period, b*tch)
i mean y’all better hope, hahahaha
h*ll nah, maybe i might be the bipolar ol’ ho, ain’t no tellin’
ayy, queen sh*t, b*tch
ayy, period, what? rip that b*tch, what?
shred that b*tch to pieces, what?
yeah (h*ll nah), b*tch

- queen key lyrics

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