queen green - for the gods lyrics
[intro: queen green]
queen green, i don’t think they get it like, i don’t think they get you
like i think you gon need to bruk bruk bruk it down for them
for the one time
aight bet
[hook: queen green]
woke up this morning
said i had to slay for the gods
if you ain’t black queer or trans you ain’t in the squad
if ya face ain’t beat, b-tch you can’t ride with the mob
fenty beauty, stila, mac
tell me whatcha know bout that
[verse 1: queen green]
glossy flossy
got the sauce and it come with adobo
afro-borinqueno, soy moreno
n-gga you ain’t know though
posted up in spanish harlem
puerto rican day parade
ese son mi gente, oye puta, and we got it made
i just copped a new synthetic bob at the corner shop
i light up on 116th, i’m tweaking at the chicken spot
i’m a blackarican b-tch, i like hot sauce on my rice
boutta hit the cuchifritos, hop the 6 like every night
i’m a boss b-tch when i hit these city streets
coccoa b-tter on my lips, i’m the snack he wanna eat
gold choker, it’s over, hottest jordans on my feet
i’m flyer, i’m doper, don’t know why y’all even compete
got my -ss ate, by ya n-gga, little booties matter
f-ck your standards, f-ck the slander
my -ss don’t need to be fatter
something of a slim, but he like his books thick
knowledge in my lineage, educated hood b-tch
shout goes out to all my g-y n-ggas sitting in the room
battling the h0m-phobes, don’t listen to what they -ssume
slay everyday till ya hair turn grey, and baby don’t you stop
they hating now, cause they don’t want to see these bottoms on top (bottom b-tch!)
you the baddest b-tch, do i need to remind ya?
came out the closet, but they still tryna find ya
so don’t run back, just back that -ss up, b-tch blossom!
you ain’t just fabulous, ya motherf-cking awesome
love yourself, it’s the greatest love of all
whitney houston said it best
she the greatest of them all
tryna play me cause i’m a black boi femme
so i had to remind ‘em, my pr-nouns are they/them
[hook: queen green]
woke up this morning
said i had to slay for the gods
if you ain’t black queer or trans you ain’t in the squad
if ya face ain’t beat, b-tch you can’t ride with the mob
fenty beauty, stila, mac
tell me whatcha know bout that
[verse 2: queen green]
woke up this morning with a little att-tude
i’m a new york n-gga, i’m inherently crude
i jump on the c-cky, bus it open for a real n-gga
pulled up to the blocky, suck him off im in my heels n-gga
just got stopped by the cops they caught me slobbin papi kn-b
i cussed them out get on my knees, and then i do my job
issa dub for these transphobic f-cking police
watch them policing my queerness when they policing the streets
not here for ya hetero-nonsense
n-gga i’m a queer icon and that’s evident
had to lay these bars down
let these n-ggas know
if you f-cking with the queen
you gon get slaughtered bro
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