Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever
If its not couture, i will not go to her
They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail
Fuck you up the butt with such a force that it broke the richter scale,
Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck
Old school in my blood like a thug with a slug draped in mud drugs ina mug,
A lonely king, no queen to occupy his throne
Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone
She butt-naked swimming, i'm paying for no attention
Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been
Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap
You a contender for what drag queen of the week
So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival
Put that pussy on a petiole and her butt on trial,
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