My Queen Songtext
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My Queen Songtext
My queen baby so sad
Got a pretty face and a Fendi bag
Got tattoos up on her hands
She make money, don′t need no man
My queen baby so sad
Got a pretty face and a Fendi bag
Got tattoos up on her hands
She make money, don't need no man
Penny for her thoughts and a nickel for a kiss
Ready riding on top, dirty talk a little be
She′s a queen, money on the internet
Seen a lot of girls, ain't nobody better yet
Not the sex, that was top of the show
I'm talking about bills, yeah she handling those
Keep a clean nose, got her septum pierced
That glitter and gold, attitude fierce
You can′t be serious, you′ve never hear of her
That's a good joke, awe shucks hardy har
Loves murderers, at least the doc-dramas
Would have voted twice for Barack Obama
Interracial, that′s cool
No kinks to shame she takes the best n00ds
Like, dude you gotta see this
I swear to god this girl's the best
My queen baby so sad
Got a pretty face and a Fendi bag
Got tattoos up on her hands
She make money, don′t need no man
My queen baby so sad
Got a pretty face and a Fendi bag
Got tattoos up on her hands
She make money, don't need no man
She don′t need a man, she could use her own hands
Black like a lamb, a sheep I mean, damn
Loves her big brother, fights with mom and dad
All her exes suck like X-Men Last Stand
My analogy didn't hit, here's another flick
They′re the opposite of Keanu Reeves in John Wick
Not one, not two, not three, I′m a be completely clear
I'd give her my car keys
And a PS5, whatever she needs
Like a simp on Amazon, buying up everything
She got that wishlist, I′m wishing I was on it
Big bank and face like Lucy Lawless
I'm a dream of me and Xena in a beamer
Sign her to my team and no, I′ll never leave her
Anything I want, I put that on her Visa
That's my sugar-mama, I′ll never ever leave her
My queen baby so sad
Got a pretty face and a Fendi bag
Got tattoos up on her hands
She make money, don't need no man
My queen baby so sad
Got a pretty face and a Fendi bag
Got tattoos up on her hands
She make money, don't need no man
One day you′re gonna break my heart
And I′ll never be the same again
One day you're gonna break my heart
Please say you′ll stay until the end
One day you're gonna break my heart
And I′ll never be the same again
One day you're gonna break my heart
Please say you′ll stay until the end
My queen baby so sad
Got a pretty face and a Fendi bag
Got tattoos up on her hands
She make money, don't need no man
My queen baby so sad
Got a pretty face and a Fendi bag
Got tattoos up on her hands
She make money, don't need no man
My queen baby so sad
Got a pretty face and a Fendi bag
Got tattoos up on her hands
She make money, don′t need no man
Got a pretty face and a Fendi bag
Got tattoos up on her hands
She make money, don′t need no man
My queen baby so sad
Got a pretty face and a Fendi bag
Got tattoos up on her hands
She make money, don't need no man
Penny for her thoughts and a nickel for a kiss
Ready riding on top, dirty talk a little be
She′s a queen, money on the internet
Seen a lot of girls, ain't nobody better yet
Not the sex, that was top of the show
I'm talking about bills, yeah she handling those
Keep a clean nose, got her septum pierced
That glitter and gold, attitude fierce
You can′t be serious, you′ve never hear of her
That's a good joke, awe shucks hardy har
Loves murderers, at least the doc-dramas
Would have voted twice for Barack Obama
Interracial, that′s cool
No kinks to shame she takes the best n00ds
Like, dude you gotta see this
I swear to god this girl's the best
My queen baby so sad
Got a pretty face and a Fendi bag
Got tattoos up on her hands
She make money, don′t need no man
My queen baby so sad
Got a pretty face and a Fendi bag
Got tattoos up on her hands
She make money, don't need no man
She don′t need a man, she could use her own hands
Black like a lamb, a sheep I mean, damn
Loves her big brother, fights with mom and dad
All her exes suck like X-Men Last Stand
My analogy didn't hit, here's another flick
They′re the opposite of Keanu Reeves in John Wick
Not one, not two, not three, I′m a be completely clear
I'd give her my car keys
And a PS5, whatever she needs
Like a simp on Amazon, buying up everything
She got that wishlist, I′m wishing I was on it
Big bank and face like Lucy Lawless
I'm a dream of me and Xena in a beamer
Sign her to my team and no, I′ll never leave her
Anything I want, I put that on her Visa
That's my sugar-mama, I′ll never ever leave her
My queen baby so sad
Got a pretty face and a Fendi bag
Got tattoos up on her hands
She make money, don't need no man
My queen baby so sad
Got a pretty face and a Fendi bag
Got tattoos up on her hands
She make money, don't need no man
One day you′re gonna break my heart
And I′ll never be the same again
One day you're gonna break my heart
Please say you′ll stay until the end
One day you're gonna break my heart
And I′ll never be the same again
One day you're gonna break my heart
Please say you′ll stay until the end
My queen baby so sad
Got a pretty face and a Fendi bag
Got tattoos up on her hands
She make money, don't need no man
My queen baby so sad
Got a pretty face and a Fendi bag
Got tattoos up on her hands
She make money, don't need no man
My queen baby so sad
Got a pretty face and a Fendi bag
Got tattoos up on her hands
She make money, don′t need no man
Writer(s): Suman Chatterjee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

