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LADEA LAMAR - The Queen Of Rap (FTCU) Lyrics



LADEA LAMAR - The Queen Of Rap (FTCU) Lyrics




I'm the queen of rap
I do records from the jet
I show up with the shit
Now I tell them how to rap
I f*ck the club up
Men, I f*ck the club up
I f*ck the club up
Swear, I f*ck the club up
Pull up with the macks
Ladea showed up here to bless
I heard you broke niggas
Wanting nothing but the bash
I f*ck that gang up
Man I'll f*ck that gang up
I f*ck the club up
Swear I'll f*ck the club up
Wanna be me haha I'm like Gaddafi wont play games with no element
Battle with your sickness, see y'all still capping oh my life is killing em
None of those I'm a boss, 80 straight to his neck what a gag all that game, no evidence
Ain't no copy and paste, I'm here painting , my flow go hard indexing Gentleman
Who's filling my thank
Papa-parazzi doing their thing, Y'all arrogant
Were that envy goes
Talk once again then get that head shopped with the elegance
Yes I'm out here the beast I boss
I just got y'all both lost, ride the elephant
And I eat I wont feast, Moroccan barbie got more than a killer-men

If you broke coz I broke you
Go go go down down no one hold
See now how Im glad
Had to smoke you
In toronto
We did black-out you
For real y'all hoes men
Men my niggas bossing
You so far, don't make sense
I just gave you no chance
I write my destiny
Boy you too gay
Got more balls than what you've seen I'm glad you crazy aah
I solve problems
Without green
Hear my niggas shoot y'all dreams

I'm the queen of rap
I do records from the jet
I show up with the shit
Now I tell them how to rap
I f*ck the club up
Men, I f*ck the club up
I f*ck the club up
Swear, I f*ck the club up
Pull up with the macks
Ladea showed up here to bless
I heard you broke niggas
Wanting nothing but the bash
I f*ck that gang up
Man I'll f*ck that gang up
I f*ck the club up
Swear I'll f*ck the club up

I got y'all sorry
For real y'all been boring
Now be quiet ain't lonely
Got me loading Naomi
What if I end you homies
Mommy gonna cry for your loss Ni
Shooters under rain, on the verse
You finna get crushed bitch
Iam a ten, ten, ten, ten, ten
Going 20 on them then I'm zen, zen, zen, zen
Now who is the queen?
Who is the king?
Bet y'all niggas can't even spell my name.
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I'm the queen of rap
I do records from the jet
I show up with the shit
Now I tell them how to rap
I f*ck the club up
Men, I f*ck the club up
I f*ck the club up
Swear, I f*ck the club up
Pull up with the macks
Ladea showed up here to bless
I heard you broke niggas
Wanting nothing but the bash
I f*ck that gang up
Man I'll f*ck that gang up
I f*ck the club up
Swear I'll f*ck the club up
Wanna be me haha I'm like Gaddafi wont play games with no element
Battle with your sickness, see y'all still capping oh my life is killing em
None of those I'm a boss, 80 straight to his neck what a gag all that game, no evidence
Ain't no copy and paste, I'm here painting , my flow go hard indexing Gentleman
Who's filling my thank
Papa-parazzi doing their thing, Y'all arrogant
Were that envy goes
Talk once again then get that head shopped with the elegance
Yes I'm out here the beast I boss
I just got y'all both lost, ride the elephant
And I eat I wont feast, Moroccan barbie got more than a killer-men

If you broke coz I broke you
Go go go down down no one hold
See now how Im glad
Had to smoke you
In toronto
We did black-out you
For real y'all hoes men
Men my niggas bossing
You so far, don't make sense
I just gave you no chance
I write my destiny
Boy you too gay
Got more balls than what you've seen I'm glad you crazy aah
I solve problems
Without green
Hear my niggas shoot y'all dreams

I'm the queen of rap
I do records from the jet
I show up with the shit
Now I tell them how to rap
I f*ck the club up
Men, I f*ck the club up
I f*ck the club up
Swear, I f*ck the club up
Pull up with the macks
Ladea showed up here to bless
I heard you broke niggas
Wanting nothing but the bash
I f*ck that gang up
Man I'll f*ck that gang up
I f*ck the club up
Swear I'll f*ck the club up

I got y'all sorry
For real y'all been boring
Now be quiet ain't lonely
Got me loading Naomi
What if I end you homies
Mommy gonna cry for your loss Ni
Shooters under rain, on the verse
You finna get crushed bitch
Iam a ten, ten, ten, ten, ten
Going 20 on them then I'm zen, zen, zen, zen
Now who is the queen?
Who is the king?
Bet y'all niggas can't even spell my name.
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Writer: Bahija Lakoismi
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Performed By: LADEA LAMAR
Length: 2:32
Written by: Bahija Lakoismi
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