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queen key - episode 2 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

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