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desiree camilleri (queen) - beep beep lyrics

ayo
i drop a bag on the rolls with the temp tags
my n+ locked, scammin’ money out their pen pals
i know a b+, bust it open in the club
introduce you to the plug, ten plates feel like ten cash
i got a call, told him, “meet me in the backstreets”
got out of the jeep just to f+ him in the backseat
i’m not impressed, i said, “yo, the d mad weak”
hit my n+ up, i got him robbed and that a+ beat
i told him that he had the chance of a lifetime
who wanna be a millionaire? i’m your lifeline
these b+ always checkin’ for me like a nike sign
n+ always frontin’ when thеy only did some light time
beep, beep, beep, is that bleep?
is that you talkin’ to me? it’s that deep?
if i don’t еven know you exist, is that beef?
when n+ get their jaw broke, wait, is that t++th?
murder, murder, murder, murder, mm (murder)
murder, murder, murder, murder, mm (murder)
murder, murder, murder, murder, mm (murder)
murder, murder, murder, murder

- desiree camilleri queen lyrics

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