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qween fatima - past lyrics

[verse]
a bad b+tch like me supports 9/11
i was married the day i turned 7
my virginity sn+tched and binidi[?] buried
when i turned 8 i traumatically miscarried
my n+gga beat my ass
for that is if it wasn’t his abuse that caused that
10 year old fatima run away for a better life
but now believe me n+gga chased me with a knife
but now i sat on a car board box and my panties
they got graped by a gang of pakistanis

[chorus]
every night i cry about about my trauma
every day it feels it get harder
but which needs some marihuana

every night i cry about about my trauma
every day it feels it get harder
but which needs some marihuana and a n+gga in her

[verse]
the day the b+tch turned 11
i pray to allah i could die and go hеaven
i was riddled with sevеre depression (like megan’s p+ssy)
7 years later i made it, took hard work
and determination to make it
the happiness is here i no longer have to fake it
so rich now i gotta sell my cl+t
[chorus]
every night i cry about about my trauma
every day it feels it get harder
but which needs some marihuana

every night i cry about about my trouble
every day it feels it get harder
but which needs some marihuana and a n+gga in her

[verse]
every day i now can commit haram
smoke weed, eat pork and sh+t on the quran
i am free to be me, free from all my struggles
now i can get diped down on the double

[chorus]
every night i cry about about my trauma
every day it feels it get harder
but which needs some marihuana and a n+gga in her

n+gga! ah. n+gga. n+gga

- qween fatima lyrics

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