What up girl, tell me how you been
If you gotta problem
All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child
I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind
Money back on my mind
And i'm still considered a child
Hard to move on when you always regret one
But if you got a fucking problem
And no bitch you're not with child,
Fine young man with an old man mind
I'm the queen of this game
Ice melts into rain
But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one
I love bad boys that's my fucking problem
Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen
Dirty or clean, journey on through, lets visit the queen,
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