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we in here - queen key lyrics

losers l!ck me long time!
(long time, these losers l!ck me long time)
queen, aye (b*tch i’ma bang bro)
queen sh*t b*tch, aye

these rappers is b*tches, they actually snitches
do corny sh*t to grasp my attention, i’m laughing at n*ggas
disrespectful for me, blast for me, you blasphemous n*gga
don’t talk that money sh*t, that ain’t no bag, they giving trash to these n*ggas
and i don’t give a f*ck still, you know whats up and it suck still
like n*ggas f*cking b*tches with them b*tt pills
he’ll sell his soul to get f*cked, that’s a sl*t deal
ten toes by myself, these p*ssy n*ggas in a hut still
make it make sense
he saying i’m too loud and sh*t, but that’s my fragrance
don’t wanna come around a b*tch ‘cause i’ma take sh*t
your n*gga turn into my b*tch like he just shape shift
hoe let’s talk about it
he need a rain coat, he love to l!ck me long time like we in [?]
b*tch i’m a master of seduction, i’m a bank roll
i’m leaving n*ggas, b*tch i’m taking what you came for
never been a lame hoe

b*tch we in here, b*tch we in here
b*tch we in here, b*tch we in here
me and all my friends bound to take your man
if we wanna take your man, b*tch we f*ckin’ up your plans
b*tch we in here, b*tch we in here
b*tch we in here, b*tch we in here
me and all my friends bound to take your man
if we wanna take your man, b*tch we f*ckin’ up your plans
these rappers is cappers, they actually actors
got that n*gga stalking me, shouldn’t have been f*cking him backwards
now i press fast forward on his ass and i left him a napkin
he ain’t never stressing me ever ‘cause that’s a distraction, that’s a subtraction
i’m getting money, that’s some more fractions
i’m k!lling b*tches, queen key, that’s the assassin
you don’t wanna f*ck with me ‘cause b*tch i’m into fashion
in other words, get dressed like eggs in a basket
but i don’t do easter, it’s a new year and i got all new eaters
b*tch if you don’t care, i ain’t gon’ call you either
i’m really too rare to ball, you beavers, i made all you believers
and when i get some head i wear my house shoes
he on my d*ck, read my tweets it ain’t about you
i got some sh*t that make the biggest freak come out you
he prolly said that he gon’ k!ll me, he bout to

we f*ckin’ up your plans

- queen key lyrics

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