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queen key - ha lyrics

[intro]
ricky!!
p-ssies get popped , popped
queen sh-t, b-tch

[verse 1]
p-ssies get popped
broke -ss n-ggas can’t even make it off the block
heard his mans locked up, so his money stop
heard he really [???] so he got his -ss shot
p-ssy -ss n-ggas get shot everyday (everyday, b-tch)
queen key don’t give a f-ck what n0body be sayin’ (b-tch)
‘lotta hoes mad ‘cause a lot of hoes g-y (aye)
‘lotta hoes mad ‘cause i stole hoes bae (aye)
get in line if you want my time gotta pay (where my money, b-tch)
if i’m lyin’, then i’m dyin’, b-tch, i’m here to stay (b-tch)
if a n-gga tweak, then a n-gga gotta lay (lay down)
why would i be sorry if a n-gga tried to play (straight clown)
nowadays n-ggas mad ‘cause you ain’t they b-tch (not cha b-tch)
put this p-ssy on’em shortie instantly p-ssy whipped (p-ssy whipped)
left his -ss blue by the ball, he a crip (ugh)
tongue in my sh-t by the mouth he a chef
i don’t care, i’ma real b-tch when it come down to it, i can wear my real hair (yo b-tch baldhead)
i’m a bad b-tch it don’t even matter what the f-ck i’m gon’ wear (yea)
at least i’m on there
thats another level, b-tch (b-tch)
yo b-tch look like she don’t care (what the f-ck)

[chorus]
yeah
p-ssies get popped
p-ssies -ss n-ggas get shot, shot, shot (shot, shot, shot, shot, shot)
ha, ha, ha
ha, ha, ha
p-ssies get shot (pop, pop)

[verse 2 dreezy]
it’s the balenciaga brat (brat), spent fifteen up in saks (saks)
found out yo hoe was broke, so i just sent that n-gga back (send his -ss back)
all these b-tches wanna be like me, it feel like i got hacks (what the f-ck)
say he wanna drink that brown and he ain’t talkin’ bout that ‘gnac (lil b-tch)
long money, (what’s up) ima paid b-tch when it come down to it, i can spend my own money (big dreams)
if i cross roads with a opp -ss b-tch, on god i’m bone thuggin’ (on god)
best dressed like homecoming
i just got head from a n-gga now he lookin’ a b-tch like i owe’em something
tell a f-ck n-gga show the money (pay [???])
carrots on me like lola bunny (carrots, n-gga)
in the booth with like forty on me (racks up)
to my b-tches this more than money (yeah, yeah)
my first kicks was jordan’s
lil n-gga, i was born to run it (i run this sh-t)
i be round shooter that pull ah fire everybody expect for the shorties (they’ll gun this sh-t)
drezzy and queen we the regime
you wanna play, put that b-tch on the team
b-tches want beef we gon make that hoe lean
my vvs wet got on louis supreme (yeah, yeah)
i’m booked and tooken
gon’ flex, i see you lookin’
if he slang d-ck like a rookie tell that n-gga eat my p-ssy

[chorus]
yeah
p-ssies get popped
p-ssies -ss n-ggas get shot, shot, shot (shot, shot, shot, shot, shot)
ha, ha, ha, ha
ha, ha, ha, ha
p-ssies get shot (pop, pop)
yeah
p-ssies get popped
ha, ha, ha, ha
ha, ha, ha, ha
queen sh-t, b-tch

- queen key lyrics

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