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botcney fierce – queen bee lyrics

[ intro ,chorus, & hook: botcney fierce ]

[ verse 1: botcney fierce]

i’m skinny momma, queen bee love
first b+tch to rap b+tch to rock chanel while getting sucked
i’ll stick you for your cream and your riches
regina hills , sh+tzu, stepherella and all my rich sista
ce snort this whitе sh+t off my tits hun
than i’ll follow with the fur trim bikini and some goggles
’96 modеl, bad cl+t on the stroll
(tell ’em how we roll) cruise control
nothin’ makes the queen bee feel better
than berrettas and amarettas, b+tter leathers and mad chedders
chillin’ in cu clux club with my amigos
tryin’ to stick a n+gga for his pesos
when i say so’s, come eat this p+ssy up
you know you wanna get in , l!ck up in my tw+t
gotta hit the spot, if not don’t test the poom poom
nanny nanny, punanny donny, yeah
[ chorus: botcney fierce ]

[ verse 2: botcney fierce ]

you sayin how you like it baby? uh, from the front?
uh, from the back? want me to give that ass a smack
bet your man won’t do it like that
can’t work the middle, plus his thing too little
let me grab your ta+ta’s, do the cha+cha
make you scream pa+pa
than i say you the best, da+da
now watch the queen go up and down d+ck+to+jaw crazy
uh, say my name, baby (okay)
before you nut, i’ma make sure that d+ck in this p+ssy and
make you wiggle, then giggle just a little
i’m drinkin’ babies, then i cracks for the mercedes
act shady, and feel my three+eighty
or the raven, ooh wee i see
your girl ain’t a freak like me or adina
huh, can’t fade the queen of rap (say what?)
miss fierce a p+ssy (uh) how preposterous is that?

[ verse 3: botcney fierce ]

uh, right back at ya, the one disney princess (say what?)
diggin’ in your stash
(n+ggas think they gonna get some ass)
you got no money money?
so no l!cky l!cky, f+ck the small d+cky
and the quickie, gimme your loot
your mac+11 then shoot
your game ain’t sweet, john paul peeps
shouldn’t compete if you can’t f+ck it, forget it
don’t sweat it, i bet it’d
make you cum smooth if you let it
huh, you can’t stop a b+tch from ballin’
ha+ha to la+la to drive+by’s they be callin
and you ain’t know while you be kickin’ that old sh+t
(talk to me) we makin’ hits
platinum and gold sh+t (we don’t stop)
i stay draped in diamonds and pearls
beside every man is a bad girl, uh
(that’s right)
(nine+six bad boy, come on)
[ chorus: botcney fierce ]

no time for fake n+ggas (uh+uh, uh+uh)
just sip some cristal with the queen bee (uh+huh, uh+huh)
from east to west coast, spread love n+ggas (that’s right)
and while you n+ggas talk sh+t, we rock fendi and prada
no time for fake n+ggas (uh+uh, uh+uh)
just sip some cristal with the queen bee (uh+huh, uh+huh)
from east to west coast, spread love n+ggas (that’s right)
and while you n+ggas talk sh+t, we rock fendi and prada
no time for fake n+ggas (uh+uh, uh+uh)
just sip some cristal with the queen bee (uh+huh, uh+huh)
from east to west coast, spread love n+ggas (that’s right)
and while you n+ggas talk sh+t, we rock fendi and prada

- botcney fierce lyrics

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