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Queendaone - Trap Queen Lyrics



Queendaone - Trap Queen Lyrics




Aye you bitches need to hustle, but grind harder
Get your motherf*ckin' money up not
Yo funny up broke ass bitch
You should've put your baby in a smart bitch
These hoes dumb
If you gave her a gun, she ain't gon' shoot it
She gon' run
Sometimes I call my nigga up private just
For fun
The love hit different when you know he the
One
Bad idea, right bitch, f*ck throwing punches
Dump the clip Came from nothing, mom's had it and She ain't give me shit
Now my main purpose on earth is die or get rich
Them hoes know smoke ain't free, death ain't Nothin' to play with
Can't wait to ball on the ones that thought I couldn't Do it
If I make it before them, who really f*ckin' useless
I want a Benz truck with some fat rims that look Stupid

I'm lit, speeding down a one way, mind your business
And don't say my name around them people, I ain't In it
One day my kids gon' be goofy as hell, Denace the Menace
Told my cousin careful sippin' on that juice, don't be A menace

Man, I love the way my nigga hit the pussy, he a menace
They say, queen, you the one, queen, you the don
Queen, you so fine, baby, can you have my son
I'm like, nah, I ain't ready, I'm gettin' money
Bein' petty, stackin' green just to throw it in the air Like confetti

I'm in love with red, I might need a coupe
Ugh, mug on my face, scarin' bitches like I'm Freddy Krueger
Got them hoes takin' breaks, I'm the teacher and the Tutor

Sizing bitches up and down, head to toe like a ruler
Better get rid of that nigga, he not useful, he a user
Give her nigga back, he ain't no f*ckin' munch, he a chewer
Yeah, I might shake a lil' ass, but first, I'm a shooter

It's me or that broke bitch, you can choose her
It's the wintertime, I just bought a new fur
Ayy, you hear that shit? That's the sound of gettin' Money
I'm not explainin' shit to nobody, bitch, I'm gettin' Money
F*ck the opps in the back, we in the front gettin' Money
I was starvin, you ain't helpin' me, don't say shit When you hungry
Gettin' money all year, ain't no waitin' for the Summer
I can't deal with another broke nigga, I need a Dumper
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English

Aye you bitches need to hustle, but grind harder
Get your motherf*ckin' money up not
Yo funny up broke ass bitch
You should've put your baby in a smart bitch
These hoes dumb
If you gave her a gun, she ain't gon' shoot it
She gon' run
Sometimes I call my nigga up private just
For fun
The love hit different when you know he the
One
Bad idea, right bitch, f*ck throwing punches
Dump the clip Came from nothing, mom's had it and She ain't give me shit
Now my main purpose on earth is die or get rich
Them hoes know smoke ain't free, death ain't Nothin' to play with
Can't wait to ball on the ones that thought I couldn't Do it
If I make it before them, who really f*ckin' useless
I want a Benz truck with some fat rims that look Stupid

I'm lit, speeding down a one way, mind your business
And don't say my name around them people, I ain't In it
One day my kids gon' be goofy as hell, Denace the Menace
Told my cousin careful sippin' on that juice, don't be A menace

Man, I love the way my nigga hit the pussy, he a menace
They say, queen, you the one, queen, you the don
Queen, you so fine, baby, can you have my son
I'm like, nah, I ain't ready, I'm gettin' money
Bein' petty, stackin' green just to throw it in the air Like confetti

I'm in love with red, I might need a coupe
Ugh, mug on my face, scarin' bitches like I'm Freddy Krueger
Got them hoes takin' breaks, I'm the teacher and the Tutor

Sizing bitches up and down, head to toe like a ruler
Better get rid of that nigga, he not useful, he a user
Give her nigga back, he ain't no f*ckin' munch, he a chewer
Yeah, I might shake a lil' ass, but first, I'm a shooter

It's me or that broke bitch, you can choose her
It's the wintertime, I just bought a new fur
Ayy, you hear that shit? That's the sound of gettin' Money
I'm not explainin' shit to nobody, bitch, I'm gettin' Money
F*ck the opps in the back, we in the front gettin' Money
I was starvin, you ain't helpin' me, don't say shit When you hungry
Gettin' money all year, ain't no waitin' for the Summer
I can't deal with another broke nigga, I need a Dumper
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Writer: Queenette Johnson
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Performed By: Queendaone
Language: English
Length: 2:08
Written by: Queenette Johnson
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